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Deciding to go with his usual strategy, Ghost slips discreetly into the nearest bar dressed up nicely to look for someone to hook up with. His size and looks made it pretty easy to find someone drunk out of their mind and willing to take him home. And a bonus of the alcohol was that they usually didn't even notice when he started drinking from their neck.
The people love to be bitten, of course, it feels good. He can't blame them. And even if they don't, the look of pain on their face when he does it just turns him on a little bit more.
He gets a glass of bourbon from the waiter before he starts to snoop around for prey, sitting at a stool and glancing around. Usually it's hard to find someone good with just his nose due to the all the sweaty bastards filling the room, but he catches a whiff of something unusual.
So he stands and goes where his nose takes him, spotting a man with a mohawk talking to a random person who clearly doesn't care to listen while nearly falling off the stool each time he leans back to laugh. He's got one big empty glass in front of him, and waves his hand for another refill, presumably not the first.
So Ghost sits down on the empty stool right next to him, catching the man's attention. The person he was talking to looks relieved, and uses this as an easy getaway while he's distracted.
"Wh't th hell are ye wearin'? Bloody lookin' likea ghoul n... feckin'... emo..." The man slurs, squinting his eyes at Ghost with interest as he reaches out for his still empty glass.
He huffs. A Scot, of course, he should've known by the first look at him. Ghost decides not to reply to the man's attempt at talking to him, lifting his mask up to his nose to take a sip of his bourbon.
The bartender comes back and pours the Scot another glass, to which he makes some sort of noise of appreciation and nearly chugs half of it the second it's in his hands. He wipes his mouth off and looks at Ghost again, staring at him like he's a puzzle.
"Are ye sum kinda..." The man starts, sitting still with his mouth slightly open as he seems to not even know what he's trying to say. "Ahh..." He grimaces, bringing one hand up to scratch the side of his head. "D..Demon.??" He finishes.
Ghost chuckles under his breath, taking a second before replying. "Is that a compliment?" He smirks, cocking his head to the side and looking the man in the eyes.
His charm works as usual. The Scot raises his eyebrows a bit then smiles weird. "Cood be... scary n' hot are... are nae too diffrint..." He shrugs his shoulders, grabbing onto the table as he nearly falls again.
"Is that right?" Ghost places his hand down on the man's thigh, which he's now noticing is particularly muscular. "So you think 'm hot?" He slides his hand up and down.
The man shudders and tenses up, something in his pants tensing up with him. "Y-Yeh... ah do..." He admits unashamedly, nodding his head a bit too eagerly. He was already ripe for the picking.
"Why don't we have some fun then?" Ghost squeezes his thigh.
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He gets up from the man, who he found to be named John, 's bed. Johnny was currently completely passed out with his legs open. There was cum all over his chest and stomach, his hair was messed up, and there was cum leaking out of his very used hole. But the main noticeable thing was the angry red spot on his neck where he'd been bit.
Ghost had bit down right as he'd cum, making him scream and cum harder. It'd been no trouble drinking either, he just kept pumping his dick in and out of the man's hole to keep him whining and distracted as he got his fill. He drank a bit more than usual, not to a dangerous amount, but it was probably why John was so out of it.
On his way out he notices something shiny in the closet.
Opening the door, an entire set of gear for a vampire hunter is revealed. Silver stakes, an anti-bite neck collar, garlic spray, a sleek gun with silver bullets, and some nice body armor. Ghost felt himself get a hard again.
He'd fucked and bitten a vampire hunter. A cute one at that. It was rare to see one of those paranoid bastards walking around without a cross around their neck and a high collar hiding their precious skin, so he must've caught the man at a good time. Amazing.
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Soap wakes up in the morning feeling like he got hit by a truck.
He groans and sits up rubbing the back of his head as he looks down to asses the damage whoever he slept with last night did, and damn. There was cum all over him.
He chuckles a bit to himself, noting he must've had the fuck of his life last night. A bit sad he'd been blackout drunk for it, but hoping maybe he'd gotten the man's number. Thinking back, he was pretty recognizable if he were to find him again.
Very large, dressed in full black, beautiful brown eyes, and most importantly a skull mask and balaclava. He was hoping he'd find him again for an even better experience than what he had last night.
He drags himself out of bed and to the bathroom, turning on the shower and wiping himself off with wet-wipes as he waits for the water to heat up. As he's waiting, he looks over at the mirror to see if there's anything else he didn't notice, and freezes.
Two red scabs on the side of his neck.
He stands still for a moment before clambering over to the mirror and nearly tripping to get closer and make sure he's not seeing it wrong. He checks again, pulling the wound a bit with his pointer finger. That was a bite. That was a vampire bite. Fuck.
---
"Fuck. Fuck!" He paces around his room checking everything he can to see if the vampire left any trace. Nothing. Nothing but the cum in his ass and the bite on his neck. God, how careless was he! He got so drunk he let a vampire have sex with him! Most importantly how was he going to explain the bite mark to Price and Gaz.
Soap takes a few breaths and walks over to his closet, opening it to pull out his gear to get ready for his daily meeting. The high collar of his outfit would hide the bite, sure, but it'd be a bit weird for him to keep the clunky thing on the whole time. There's no way they wouldn't notice something was off.
But... maybe he should just tell them. Price was always weirdly good at figuring things out through just bite marks. He just... wouldn't tell them how he got it. Right.
He finishes getting his gear on and grabs his car keys, stumbling a bit as he leaves his bedroom. He curses at his sore legs and leaves his house to get to his car.
His foot taps nervously as he drives, stressing himself out about the whole situation. He was still trying to accept the fact he'd been fucked by the same thing he's spent the last 5 or so years of his life hunting. And it was good.
He shakes his head and groans, trying to convince himself it wasn't that good. Just another quick hookup. The usual. Nothing special about those big fingers that spread him open. Nothing special about the way the man's thrusts managed to nail his prostate every time. Nothing special about the fact all he can remember is how amazing he felt the entire time.
...God, he needs to keep it together.
He pulls into Price's driveway next to Gaz's little car, putting it in park and mentally preparing himself before getting out and heading to the door.
He lets himself in and drops his keys at the stand by the door, trying to look casual as he heads over to where Price and Gaz are chatting on the couch.
"Hey." His greeting is a little more tense than usual. He's already messed up.
"Hey Soap." Gaz greets, Price giving a simple nod. "Something wrong?" Gaz lowers his eyebrows, giving Soap a look of concern.
"Fuck." He groans, scratching the back of his head. "Yeh. Ah got bit."
Price and Gaz are both immediately up and at his side, yanking down his collar to get a look at it. He grunts and pushes to try to get some space, but it's to no avail. Price's got his hands at the bite, pulling on the surrounding skin to gauge the depth of it.
"How??" Gaz finally asks, looking from the bite to Soap's face. From what the group knew, it was rare someone was bit and just... let off free.
"Er." He tries to think of an excuse. "Ah got sloppy." Very convincing.
"That's a lie." Price grunts, letting go of Soap and taking a step back to cross his arms over his chest. "How did you get bit. It's shallow and clean. That's not something that comes out of combat." Price narrows his eyes.
"..." Soap doesn't reply for a moment.
"Look. It's embarrassing. Why no' focus on catchin' the bastard instead, ye ken?" He smiles. "...Please." He adds for pity points.
Gaz rolls his eyes, and Price seems to be thinking about it.
"You'd tell us if it was serious, right?" Price asks, chin tilted up.
"Yeh. Of course." Soap nods his head.
Price stares at him for a good bit before sighing and shaking his head. "Fine. I'll drop it. Just give me details on the vampire and we'll work on hunting 'em down."
Soap sighs in relief. Gaz looks skeptical but decides not to say anything.
"So... from mah memory, he's a real big bastard. 6ft or higher, wearin' full black, an' most importantly a skull mask." He starts, hands out as he talks.
"What?" Gaz interrupts. "Skull mask. Like, a real skull?"
"Ehh... dinnae ken. Coulda been. But it was sewn onto a black balaclava." He shrugs his shoulders, glancing away as he thinks. "Skeleton gloves, too."
"Odd for a vampire to dress in a way that sticks out." Price comments, adjusting his stance.
"Well ah s'ppose if yer lookin' fer a hookup as prey then stickin' out wouldn't be a bad-" He stops himself.
"Soap." Price calls. He doesn't look up.
"Soap." Price repeats, Soap swallowing nervously.
"You hooked up with a vampire." Gaz finishes, looking at Soap like he's gone insane. "Are you mad?"
"Ah was drunk, ok??" Soap groans defensively. "Didnae ken he was one! Only found out in the morning when there's a big bite on mah neck!" He points back to the bite on his neck. "Fuck me." He groans, turning and walking over to the wall in shame.
Price and Gaz are both staring at him. He can just feel it.
"Makes sense why you didn't want to tell us." Price chuckles.
"Let's go back ta figuring out how wer gonnae hunt him." Soap mumbles. Gaz laughs at him.
---
They decide to go at night to the same bar Soap had first run into him, figuring if that was his hunting grounds he'd be there again. Gaz and Price sit in a booth in the far of the bar while Soap goes to the same stool he did last time as bait.
But of course, Ghost predicted he'd do this. Did they see him as a fool? He'd only tease them, stay out of reach. They won't start a big confrontation in the middle of the bar, so he wouldn't stay out of a crowd.
He stands in a group of people he slightly knows and looks over at John, who's looking back. He looks mad. Frustrated. But he also looks like he's remembering how good last night was.
He hasn't yet located the man's buddies but he knows they're bound to be there. Vampire hunters always worked in groups, made it harder to get jumped since vampires worked alone.
Ghost scans the area, looking for any group of people coincidentally not drinking or sitting hidden where they can see John. He spots two, one older one younger, the younger having something shiny poking out of his pocket. A silver stake, of course. He almost laughs at how careless the display is.
He walks over and sits next to John, who's pretending to be more drunk than he really is. Obviously, John would be trying to pull him away or take him home again so he could get him outside and try to kill him. He'd be staying inside.
"Hello." He greets, seeing the man trying not to scowl at him. "What's wrong, not happy with last night?" He leans in a bit closer, placing one hand on his thigh and squeezing.
"...Came back for another." John says through his teeth, opening his legs a bit. He had a hint of a boner. Either he'd taken something to be more convincing or he was really falling for the charm again.
"Think I'm stupid?" Ghost tilts his head to the side, reaching around the man to grasp the silver stake through his pocket. John freezes.
"..." He grunts and looks away from him. He knew he couldn't play this off. "...it's a dildo." He tries. Ghost actually laughs at that one, seeing the man flush as he does.
"Fuck ye, cunt." John scowls, grabbing Ghost by the collar. It's not intimidating in the slightest. "You'd like to, wouldn't you?" He teases, letting go of the stake to grab the man's ass. It clearly startles him, making him jump a bit.
He pulls away from Ghost and gets up, leaving his drink at the bar as he heads over to his buddies. Ghost watches with a smirk.
---
"Ahm gonnae take him on mah own." Soap states as he reaches their table.
"What?" Price and Gaz say in unison. "Soap, you know how dangerous that is. This one's big." Price continues, his expression serious.
"Ah ken what ahm starting. Dinnae help me." He declares one more time before turning and heading back over to Ghost. Price sighs and Gaz rubs his temples.
He reaches Ghost again and pushes him, getting him to stand up from his stool and tower over him. "What'd you go to your little friends for?" He tilts his head again. God his eyes were hot.
"Told em' ahm gonnae take you on mah own." Soap states, puffing out his chest and not backing down from Ghost's intimidation.
"Mm. Take me. Haven't you done that already?" The big man huffs. He sucks in a breath, looking away for a moment. He can't let him get to him.
"Bastard." He looks back up, "Ah'll kill ye." He pushes him once more, which barely moves him.
"Is that right?" Ghost just sounds amused. He grabs Soap by the shirt, tugging him. "Let's go see how that ends." Before he can make a retort he's pulled away. He's dragged out of the bar through a back exit he didn't even know was there.
Ghost steps back to give him some space and cracks his neck. "Well?" He cracks his knuckles. "Kill me."
Soap grunts in annoyance and pulls out his silver stake, starting to ready himself as he circles Ghost. He was gauging the man's stance and trying to figure out the best way to get to him. But before he could finish his thought, the man barreled into him like a truck.
He cries out from the impact as he's slammed against the wall, almost losing his grip on his stake. But he lifts a foot and slams it into the man's stomach, managing to startle him and get him to back up slightly.
Soap sees an entrance and goes for the stab, but his arm his smacked out of the way and he's kicked to the ground. He pushes himself back against the floor before the man can stomp his chest and scrambles to get up, backing up for space as he tosses the stake and reaches for his gun.
Ghost clearly starts to take this seriously as he does, hurrying to close the distance before Soap can get a proper shot.
With the man coming at him like a bull, he fires the second he gets the gun out. Misses horribly, the silver bullet grazing the man's arm right before he tackles Soap. One hand behind his head prevents it from cracking against the concrete as they both hit the floor.
He tries to roll, punching the man's face and kicking his legs uselessly. He greatly underestimated how much he weighed, and how good at fighting he was.
He reaches for his backup stake, but Ghost grabs it and throws it over against the wall. He's fucked. He's so insanely fucked.
He swallows thickly and just goes still under the man, losing all of his bravado as he realizes he was taken down in less than two minutes. He could've sworn he was better at combat.
Ghost pants a bit as he looks down at the man beneath him, eyes piercing through him and making him shrivel up fearfully.
"...y-ye ken... ah was jus' messin around." He smiles, his bargaining for his life already starting.
---
"Right." Ghost rolls his eyes. It was pathetic how fast he'd gone down, and how fast he'd had to reach for his gun. He'd planned to play with him a bit and drag out the fight, but he decided to play nasty and get his gun. "I'm not gonna kill you. Even though I should."
John looks surprised, raising his eyebrows. "Yer no'?" He asks for confirmation, Ghost nodding in response.
"Course not. No fun in killing such a good fuck." He goes right for the dick. John takes a sharp breath and goes red, trying to look away from him. He grabs his chin and forces eye contact.
"I'm gonna fuck you." He states. "I'm gonna bite you." He adds. "And you're gonna fuckin' love it."
John shudders beneath him, trying to gather enough strength to even say a word of protest. It'd be useless of course, his rock hard dick was saying everything for him. Ghost could feel it pressing up against his inner thigh, throbbing, probably already soaking the man's underwear.
"Already wet for me, love?" He adjusts how he's on top of him to slide a hand down his pants and grab his dick. John whimpers a bit, biting his lip and turning his head away. He fondles and rubs his cock for a minute before sitting up and pushing off the man's pants.
Soap throws his arm over his eyes and breathes a bit heavy, reaching one hand down to help Ghost get his boxers off and free his dick, which springs up eagerly between his legs.
"Standin' nice and proud, unlike you." He makes another jab at him, rubbing the tip of it with just his thumb. John's hips jolt upwards before he puts a hand on his stomach to hold him down, only giving stimulation to the head.
"Jesus- please!" John groans, trying to buck his hips up against the hand holding him down. He wraps his own hand around his cock, but Ghost just grabs it and pins it down. "Argh...."
"Naughty." Ghost comments, pulling his balaclava up to his nose. John tenses up a bit and peeks out from behind his arm, eyebrows furrowed. He clearly thinks Ghost is already going to bite him. "Mm. Not yet, love. Don't get too excited."
"Ahm no' excited, ye prick..." John lies through his teeth, trying to act like he's scared of the bite. Ghost leans down and licks his jugular, watching as John immediately loses the fear and moans.
"Right. Sounds like you hate it." The man beneath him can't even bring up the courage to respond, just opening his legs more. Ghost won't torture him for too long, of course. "Undo my belt, won't you?" He doesn't have to ask twice, as John is quick to start pulling it off. "Eager."
As John yanks it away from his jeans, Ghost unzips his fly and lets his dick pop free from their constraints. John looks at it and swallows, thinking it was bigger than he remembered.
"...prep?" He asks meekly. Ghost snickers.
"I'm not that cruel, love. Put your feet on up for me." He gets off of John's legs so the man can get his legs up on his shoulders. He pulls off one of his skeleton gloves, sucking on his pointer finger before pressing it to John's eager rim. It clenches a bit before he pushes in, John making a little noise beneath him.
He curls his finger, watching John's stomach clench. He presses another dry finger in, John groaning as he starts to spread them out and open him up. He was taking two pretty well, so it isn't long before he presses in a third finger.
"Shit!" John yelps, grabbing onto Ghost's free arm. He was panting now, one arm over his eyes again. He was already getting close, which Ghost tell. Pathetic, just like his combat.
"Ever done any nipple play?" He asks casually, working three fingers in and out of him as he works to prepare him for the dick to come. John moves his arm a bit to look at him.
"...nae." He answers a bit hesitantly, squirming his hips a bit.
"Take your shirt off for me."
John is quick to listen, squirming out of his jacket before pulling off his shirt. He was completely nude now, revealing himself to the vampire he'd come here to kill. Ghost smirks at the sight, leaning over to the man's chest to lick at his nipple. John gasps and twitches a bit, his body not knowing if it should move closer or move away.
Before he can decide, Ghost latches onto that nip. John whines. His other nipple is pinched between two fingers, rolled back and forth while the other is sucked on. This was very new.
With three fingers curling into his g-spot and both his nipples being assaulted, it was only inevitable that he'd cum. His breath hitches in his throat as his hips jerk up and he shoots a rope of cum out against Ghost's chest.
Taken back to reality, Ghost pulls off of Soap's sensitive nip to look at the mess on his jacket. He grunts, a little bit annoyed.
"Just washed this." He glares at John, who's still recovering.
"Y-Yer fault fer doin this ta me..." John reasons, panting. As revenge, Ghost doesn't give him much time to recover, starting to move his fingers again and biting down on his collar- not hard enough to draw blood.
John gasps sharply and grabs Ghost's head, his breathing picking up. He pulls away from the bite and John's hands to see just how flushed he is, his whole face pink.
"You seem ready." He states, pulling his fingers out.
"W-Wait- dry??" John grimaces, putting one hand on Ghost's knee as if he could stop him from pushing forward.
"Oh, right. Need somethin' for lube, don't we?" He gets a devilish grin. "I know just the thing."
Before John can say anything, Ghost has launched his head down and bitten his neck. He cries out, grabbing his head again and half-heartedly trying to pull it off. Ghost's fangs sink deep into his flesh for only a moment before pulling off, his hand coming over to get some blood on his hand.
John watches, getting gradually more aroused as Ghost uses his blood to lube up his cock. He coats his hand nicely in it and slowly rubs it up and down over his dick, getting it nicely red.
"Fuck..." John feels a bit dizzy. He doesn't know if it's from the arousal or the little bit of blood loss. Ghost leans down one more time to coat the wound in saliva, using that as a distraction before he slams all the way into John.
He nearly screams, his voice cracking to make it sound like a dying deer. Ghost grunts and puts a hand over his mouth, getting up on his knees and bending John in half. His legs twitch and he leans his head back against the concrete ground.
Ghost only waits a moment before he starts thrusting, the blood on his dick making a squelch each time he shoves it back in. John whines and moans beneath his hand, eyes rolling back as Ghost starts to slam into him.
He doesn't care to be gentle, John's body rocking back and forth with the force of his thrusts. His balls slap against the man's ass, adding to the noise. He leans down to bite his neck again, bending John's back a bit excessively.
He shifts position and sinks his fangs in deep, John making a choked noise and biting the palm of his hand as he starts to drink. John cums again, this time shooting down all over his own chest and a bit on his face and Ghost's chin.
Ghost doesn't stop, drinking greedily from the man's neck as he keeps going. John starts whining and squirming, overstimulated, but Ghost just decides to pick up the pace and aim more for his prostate. John taps at his arm, panting, then cums again. It splatters on his chest.
Ghost keeps going. He's getting close, but he's not there yet, and he doesn't plan to stop until he's finished too. John's squirming gets a bit weaker, he's near passing out.
Ghost pulls his fangs out of his neck and seals the wound with saliva but keeps pounding into his ass. Finally getting close, he groans loudly and throws his head up, slamming all the way in one last time before he starts pumping John full of cum.
John stays conscious a bit longer, enough to feel himself get filled up, then he passes out.
Ghost pants heavily, looking down at John and pulling his hand off his mouth. He was drooling a bit. And his stomach was plump with a mix of alcohol and cum.
He snickers.
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"Right, and I told him-" Price stops mid sentence and looks past Gaz at something.
"What." Gaz looks behind himself.
Both of them stare as Ghost walks over holding a limp half-dressed Soap in his arms, setting him down on the table before walking away.
"Fuck." Gaz groans.