Viktor unlatches the pendant from around his neck with such precision, careful not to damage the crucial item. Holding it in his possession, he looks down at Yuuri.

"Now bite me."

The vampire presses his lips against Viktor, both aware of what's about to occur.

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"Damn...where is he?"

Yuuri told me that I needed to wait on the roof until midnight, which was when he'd appear for me.

It was 11:59, and Viktor looked around, wondering where he was. Right at twelve, the familiar sensation of fangs comes across his neck, putting his lips to the spot.

The Russian let out something between a whimper and a moan, trying not to give Yuuri everything he wanted, Yuuri pushed his fangs a bit deeper into his neck once again, drawing crimson blood that trickled down.

"Now, I know you've been waiting, so I won't do this quickly." Yuuri speaks, rubbing Viktor's chin, soon taking him somewhere a bit more secluded.

His own bedroom.

Where there was enough space for the both of them, and not just Viktor. Yuuri starts to trail his lips up Viktor's neck, only to taste his beautiful blood.

"I wonder how blood tastes to you..."

The vampire presses his lips against Viktor, letting Viktor taste the blood. Viktor seemed a bit shocked, but then, he wondered one thing.

Why did the taste feel normal and familiar to him, like he had drank blood all his life?

This thought was pushed aside as Yuuri licked his bottom lip, begging for enterance, and Viktor grants him access. As their tongues dance, they move onto the bed, Viktor soon straddling the vampire against the headboard.

They kiss once again, moaning in between, a bit of tongue here and there, a bit of hair pulling too.

Viktor's hands make their way to his love's chest, where his hands graze something other than chisled features and fair skin.

He twirls a cross pendant in his hand, studying the jewels as they fade from onyx black to ruby red, shades of crimson garnet in between with silver holding it all together.

"Viktor-" Yuuri says, putting a hand on the pendant.

"Don't take that cross off yet."

Viktor doesn't seem to listen as he unlatches the pendant from around his neck with such precision, careful not to damage the crucial item. Holding it in his possession, he looks down at Yuuri.

"Bite me."

The vampire's eyes turn their true red, filled with lust, love, desire, and all in between. He presses his lips against Viktor, both aware of what's about to occur.

The vampire trails his lips down Viktor's neck another time that night, with their straddling position, Viktor seemed to be dominant, albeit topless and panting above Yuuri.

He gently sunk his fangs into his neck, trailing his hands across his stomach and sides painfully slowly, making his way down to his belt, unlatching the strap at a rate just as slow, pleasureable, and painful to the throbbing in his pants.

Viktor could only moan as his boxers were pulled down, with Yuuri moving his mouth closer to his dick. Moving down his shaft, a bit of tongue here and there.

After he tasted salt, he knew Viktor was going to come, so he just swallowed it with no hesitation.

"For a vampire, I guess you can suck another way."

Yuuri found himself hopelessly laughing at his lover's antics, pinning him to the bed with care. Intertwining their hands, red eyes gazing into blue.

"I hope you can too." He says, sticking out two fingers.

Viktor sucks lightly on his fingers, coating them just enough. Yuuri thrusts them in and out at a rapid pace, to prepare him for what was happening. The Russian was aching, wanting Yuuri inside of him.

And when he felt a tip at his enntrance, slowly going in, he moaned for all he was worth. He thrusts at a supernatural pace, but not too fast to reach climax so soon. Sinking his fangs into Viktor's shoulder, he releases into him, the Russian coming soon after.

They laid on each other, Viktor covered in hickeys and bitemarks alike, Yuuri closed his lustful eyes, cherishing the warmth he so desired.

A/N: Here's a gift or two: