Vampire Gay Love

It was odd and in some ways, alarming.

As soon as the countryside began to change, the temperature seemed to shift, too. Gabriel could feel it in the center of his bones, the fierceness of the weather crawling under his skin and creeping into his spine. Here, there was no sun. The trees were barren and the road was empty. Gabriel could only hear the sound of horse hooves and occasionally, the crunch of decaying leaves. He looked for cottages but there were none.

His father had sent him here to study under the watchful eye of Rosevaulten-san.

Rosevaulten-san was the sole heir to a multimillion fortune. His mother had died five years ago and ever since, he had been living alone. He wanted an apprentice, male, someone of Gabriel’s age that he could trust and perhaps, leave his fortune to when he died.

Even in the beginning, Gabriel thought there was something very off about the whole thing. Young heirs married. They did not look for apprentices.

Though, there was talk that Rosevaulten-san was rather eccentric. How eccentric, Gabriel wasn’t sure, but people said he could please women and was part of an elite club in Europe that specialized in servicing women for profit. Gabriel heard the club was pretty popular, too.

When Gabriel’s father heard of the news that the Rosevaulten heir was looking for an apprentice, he wasted no time sending Gabriel to the first ship that set sail to Europe. Gabriel had conceded, but only out of familial duty, although it did break his heart to see Alice crying on the day of his departure. He and Alice had been friends for the longest time and the girl seemed like the only person to even remotely care about his wellbeing. Somehow, he wasn’t that surprised when the maids directed him straight to the master bedroom after the welcome diner.

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Defeated, he slumped against the door dejectedly. He glanced around the room. If his life depended on it, he could always climb down the window. Gabriel walked over to it, only to find that it wouldn’t budge. Fantastic. “Father sent me here to die.” He frowned deeply and massaged his forming headache with two fingers.

 

His gaze rested on the four poster bed. He hadn’t really given it too much thought, but right now it looked positively inviting.

 

He found himself walking towards it, almost hypnotized. “I suppose I could sleep. I am a little tired.” His voice felt distant, different as if it belonged to somebody else.

 

Gabriel yawned and began peeling off his clothes. To his left, the fireplace roared to life but he gave it no mind. He felt oddly sleepy, and his eyes were heavy and difficult to open.

 

Before long the room was warm enough to quell his trepidation. Gabriel found himself nestled under silk sheets in a pair of pajamas he couldn’t even remember picking up. He pulled the sheets to his chest and smelled lavender. He was asleep in a matter of seconds.

 

To say that Gabriel was surprised to wake up with a hand under his shirt was an understatement. Once the initial grogginess wore off, his eyes widened perceptibly. His brain, recovering swiftly from its slumber-induced lethargy, sent signals to other parts of his body. But he was thinking in threads. He registered the warm body pinning him to the bed, the sharp hips pressed against his. The hand on his chest was firm and gentle. When it moved south — “Hey!!”

 

He shoved the pervert off, pulling the sheets up to his chest. He was panting, flustered to his toes. Even his neck prickled in heat. “W-what are you doing in here?”

 

Said person who was thrown back to the floor, lifted his face. Gabriel flushed deeper.

 

“I’m the master of the house. Or didn’t you know?” His voice was deep, and there was mischief in there somewhere. There was something lecherous about the way he was staring at Gabriel, too and Gabriel’s ears turned pink.

 

He got up to his feet in one swift movement. “My name is Walter.” He said and bowed. A perfect European gentlemen. Gabriel noticed he was in formal wear.

 

“You must be Gabriel.”

 

He walked towards the bed and pulled on Gabriel’s hand. Walter kissed each of his knuckles and Gabriel merely swallowed and flustered some more. “W-what are you doing?” He stuttered, retracting his hand. Walter’s gaze traveled everywhere. He wouldn’t deny that it made him uncomfortable. “I mean, sir, I mean no disrespect but—”

 

“But?” Walter had crawled back into the bed. He was straddling Gabriel now, inching his face closer and closer until Gabriel could smell spice and wine. The scent made him dizzy. A hand curled around his wrist. Gabriel swallowed thickly. “Sir you’re straddling me sir.”

 

“Now, there’s no need for formalities, Gabriel.”

 

“Sir—”

 

“We’re almost the same age.”

 

“Sir —”

 

“Though you could call me master if you want.” Something hard was nudging him between the legs. Gabriel’s head hit the mattress as Walter leant over him, breath hot against his face. His weight had Gabriel pinned to the bed.

 

“You know, ever since my mother died, I’ve been quite lonely.” Walter said, his voice low. Gabriel squirmed underneath him but it only made Walter smirk and press his face even closer.

 

Gabriel shivered. “I, I could only imagine, s-sir, I’ve lost my mom too and—”

 

Walter pushed his hips forward. Gabriel gasped. “Gabriel, do remind me to send your father plenty of gifts. He said you were pleasant to look at, but he failed to mention you were this pretty.” He smirked and ran a thumb along Gabriel’s cheek. “I think I’ll have trouble trying to keep my hands to myself. I hope you don’t mind.” Walter bent down and licked his neck. His tongue was hot and wet. Gabriel’s eyes widened as he felt a sharp pain, teeth, sinking into his skin. He shoved Walter off.

 

“Rosevaulten-san, I am not a woman!” He rubbed his neck ruefully, fighting off a shiver. He didn’t think the Rosevaulten heir was this eccentric! And what on earth was he trying to do anyway? Straddling him like that and touching him in places! It was absurd! He was acting like they were lovers! This was preposterous, unacceptable!

 

Back home, men courted women in a gentlemanly manner! They showered them lavish gifts and flowers, wrote them letters and did not tarnish their honor! Gabriel didn’t think this was appropriate. He was not a woman and Walter was acting less than gentlemanly. And, and —

 

“I am not looking for a woman, Gabriel.” Walter said, and paused. He sat back and Gabriel couldn’t help but notice that his eyes lingered far too long on a spot below his right ear. Feeling self-conscious, Gabriel rubbed at the throbbing in his neck.

 

Walter continued, eyes flicking upward to stare boldly at Gabriel’s lips. “You’ll be perfect. You are perfect. Although, if you’re looking for gifts and flowers, I could buy you those too.”

 

Gabriel flustered. “How did you—”

 

Walter held up a hand. “Your father sent you here because he claimed you were merely a nuisance to the family business, Gabriel, completely useless. He sent you here because he had no need for you anymore.”

 

“That’s not true!” Gabriel protested, indignant now. “Father won’t, he won’t —” He fought the emotion welling in his throat. There was a tightness in his chest though he refused to believe it! Father was not like that. He tried marrying Gabriel off before, sure, but that wasn’t —

 

“But I believe you could be of good use to me,” Walter said, voice silky and whisper- smooth. He slid on top of Gabriel again in quick, fluid movements, the tips of his hair touching the skin of Gabriel’s face and making him feel claustrophobic.

 

A finger ran along the contours of his lips and Walter’s smirk deepened, the lust in his eyes becoming more prominent. “Your mouth most specially, I think I’d have plenty of uses for it. How about we have that pretty little mouth of yours wrapped around my —”

 

Before Walter could lead Gabriel’s hand down his pants, Gabriel jerked it away. His expression hardened. “I would appreciate it, kind sir, “—he completely forgot about Father at this point— “if you’d get off me, now.”

 

“And if I don’t?”

 

“If you don’t, you may regret it, sir.”

 

“Is that so?” Walter’s eyes crinkled in amusement. They were a nice amber color. “Feisty. I like you, Gabriel. I like your spirit.”

 

Gabriel glared. “Rosevaulten-san, please get off me.”

 

“No.” Walter leaned forwards and gave an experimental thrust. The surprise in Gabriel’s eyes was unmistakable. Walter was hard and not ashamed to hide his arousal. He slid his hand along Gabriel’s face, tipping his face forwards. “Rosevaulten-san,” Gabriel began but Walter had already planted his lips firmly into his. Gabriel felt something hot and thick slipping between his teeth and he pulled away, breathing heavily. His face was red.

 

“Please, don’t, don’t.” He couldn’t even continue. He was suddenly struck by the gravity of the situation. Here he was, pinned under the body weight of this rich, influential European heir, miles and miles away from home, and tonight, well, he would probably lose his honor, too. What would his family say? What would they think?

 

His hand curled into fists. Maybe this was some sort of test. Maybe Father wanted to see if he was worthy enough to inherit the family fortune?

 

“Sir,” Gabriel said, curbing his fear and anger. “I would appreciate it sir if you stopped it this instant.”

 

“Stopped what?”

 

“Stopped, s-stopped,” Gabriel shivered. There was a hand caressing his hip.

 

“Don’t fight it, Gabriel.” Walter purred and slipped his hands under Gabriel’s pajama top. His hands were warm and soothing. Gabriel bit his lip. He thought of his father, of Alice.

 

“Don’t fight it,” Walter said again. When Gabriel opened his eyes (when did he shut them anyway?), Walter’s face was so close. He smelled very good. “Have you ever kissed any of the boys back home, Gabriel?”

 

Gabriel shook his head. “I-I don’t like boys,” He looked away, blushing hotly, but Walter grasped his chin. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, Gabriel.” Gabriel looked. And he was surprised to see the lust in Walter’s amber eyes.

 

“Do you like me, Gabriel?” He rolled their hips together and Gabriel squeaked, a tiny sound at the back of his throat. He shook his head. “I don’t know.”

 

“That’s too bad.” Walter said though his expression didn’t seem to agree with this. “That’s too bad that you don’t like boys or kiss boys or let other boys touch you. It’s such a shame.” Walter’s smirk made another appearance. “Have you ever kissed anybody before, Gabriel?”

 

Gabriel shook his head again. He felt rather pathetic. Walter just looked amused. “I’ll kiss you then.”

 

“What?”

 

“I’ll kiss you,” Walter said smoothly. Their noses were brushing. If it were even possible, Gabriel’s face turned even redder. “Now, I’ll press my lips to yours and slip my tongue inside your mouth.”

 

Walter didn’t wait for him to respond, and it wasn’t like Gabriel could, anyway. Walter had already pressed his lips against his, warm and chapped and Gabriel felt something wet nudging his teeth apart. Walter pinched his thigh and he yelped, the sound muffled as Walter stroked his tongue. Gabriel shivered. The sensation was unfamiliar. When Walter had finally pulled away, Gabriel could only blink.

 

Walter’s hand drifted towards the buttons of his pajama top. “Now, have you ever been fucked before?”

 

Gabriel’s eyes widened. “Excuse me?”

 

“I thought so.” Walter began deftly undoing the buttons. “I bet you’re really tight, too. I bet you’ll feel really good on my cock. I’ll make it good for you, I promise. You’ll enjoy our first time together.” And Walter was shameless enough to wink!

 

Walter started peeling off his pajamas and Gabriel felt particularly squeamish when his underwear was pulled down to his ankles. He felt exposed, and Walter’s hungry eyes did not help the situation in any way.

 

“Father will disown me,” Gabriel whispered in defeat. He couldn’t help it. There was an undeniable ache between his legs and he was lying with Walter. (Another man! What would father say?) But Walter’s eyes were sympathetic for the first time and, hand steadying Gabriel’s hip, he slid upwards and fitted their mouths together. The kiss was soft, relaxing and Walter massaged his tongue again and this made Gabriel’s toes curl unexpectedly.

 

Walter pulled away. Gabriel could’ve sworn he was as red as a tomato at this point. “Your father will never know. This will be our secret, okay Gabriel?”

 

Despite his trepidation, Gabriel nodded and stuttered out an — “Okay.” This seemed like a good idea, after all. Walter tasted nice and his body was warm and melded perfectly against Gabriel’s. Maybe if Father never found out, it will be okay.

 

Walter grinned and told him to lie back down. The sheets were soft underneath his fingertips. Gabriel’s eyes widened as he watched Walter’s face disappearing between his legs.

 

“Walter,”

 

It was nothing like he’d ever felt before. Walter kissed the head before giving it a languid lick. Gabriel felt sharp teeth and wetness and his fingers clenched in the sheets. Walter was sucking his, his cock. God. He spread his legs even wider and was bold enough to weave his fingers through Walter’s hair.

 

When Walter pulled back, it was to kiss Gabriel again. He tasted tangy and Walter pushed their hips together, slow, steady, his hand replacing his mouth as he pumped Gabriel and made him release the most amusing sounds. “God, God.” Walter’s arousal was digging into his thigh and Gabriel, for some odd reason, felt an unexpected thrill. Walter’s cock felt good against his leg, hot and hard, and when Walter pushed his hips, there it was—Gabriel’s eyes widened some more.

 

“I want to be inside you,” Walter murmured and he was thrusting against Gabriel, sloppy now and desperate. Gabriel felt teeth nipping his neck, a brief sharpness pressing against his neck. Walter told him to lie on his stomach. “It’s going to feel better,” he explained and Gabriel saw a small vial in his hands. Walter shoved him forwards, on all fours, until Gabriel’s face was buried into the pillows.

 

He felt something thick and wet pushing into him, something hot. He shivered. It was Walter’s tongue. Gabriel felt ashamed, but only fleetingly. He didn’t care if he was being taken like this, like a whore because oh, Walter’s tongue was licking his insides clean and he was going to come soon. He was sliding his tongue deeper and deeper, parting Gabriel’s buttocks and thrusting his tongue in, curling it back slightly to make Gabriel whimper.

 

Walter’s fingers soon replaced his tongue and Gabriel whined a little. It was a little uncomfortable and the intrusion was uncalled for.

 

One finger, two, three. Scissor, scissor. It felt like Walter was reaching into him. His free hand curled around Gabriel’s arousal and tugged. “Shh,” Walter whispered. He licked the flesh on Gabriel’s neck and Gabriel moaned. The ache was building between his legs. It felt so good.

 

Walter’s fingers left him and without any warning, he shoved his cock all the way in. Gabriel’s eyes widened even further.

 

It hurt, oh God it hurt. Walter was big and hard and Gabriel’s eyes were beginning to water. It felt like he was going to be ripped apart. God. God. He was not going to cry he was not going to cry he was not going to— “Don’t cry, Gabriel. It will feel better soon. It’s going to be okay.”

 

Gabriel nodded, his blush deepening as he worried the skin of his lip between his teeth. Walter’s hand came up to thumb his cheek and he felt Walter’s hips withdraw and push forward. Gabriel winced. Walter gave him some time to adjust before he did this again, three times. On the fourth thrust, Gabriel felt his cock pulse. Walter thrust into him again.

 

“Did you like that?”

 

Gabriel nodded. Walter’s hand trailed between his legs and gave his cock a squeeze. “Oh you little whore.” Walter groaned as he rocked into him again, fast and deep, burying himself into the hilt before pulling out halfway. Gabriel’s skin was flushed and Walter couldn’t help but watch his cock disappear into the boy’s buttocks, his opening accommodating his girth as he pistoned in and out.

 

Gabriel was whimpering for more, his eyes clenched shut as Walter went in deeper and deeper. It felt like his skin was on fire. Heat pooled at the pit of his stomach. Walter gave several vicious thrusts. Soon, Gabriel was coming, spilling his warmth into Walter’s palm. Walter gave a couple more weak thrusts and came afterwards.

 

Later, they lay panting next to each other, Gabriel’s arm flung to cover his flushed face. Walter smirked. “Did you enjoy that Gabriel?”

 

Gabriel garbled out something unintelligible. Walter only laughed and pulled back his arm. He leant down and kissed him deeply, fingers drifting down to stroke his ribs. Gabriel’s face reddened. He could feel teeth sinking into his neck, sharp but oh the pain was strangely addicting. Walter was whispering into his ear, sultry, low, “Don’t fight it, Gabriel. Don’t fight it,” And Gabriel for once, didn’t.

 

He fell asleep easily to Walter’s hand stroking his sides and his teeth on his neck, and later Gabriel will wake up pressed up next to him with their limbs tangled under bed sheets. He will wake up a different person. He will be reborn.