It began with a suctioning drag of Alexander’s hips retreating, pulling his cock out halfway and then slamming back in. Jeremiah yelped and grabbed the pillow behind this head, squeezing its feathery softness in his fists. With every hit the speed rose, rocking the entire bed frame back and forth, sliding Jeremiah’s smaller body along the blankets as though it were weightless. Sweat built upon his skin while Alexander’s remained clear and cool.

Jeremiah released moan after moan, uncaring if he could be heard over the wild wind and rain, unashamed to bare his debauched side to his lover.

“Oh gods…” He babbled almost feverishly, “Alexander… Please!”

Alexander had been correct about Jeremiah never truly understanding his monstrous power, not that he would ever admit it aloud, he could hardly comprehend the force with which Alexander was sending the bed slamming into the stone wall behind them, he was sure he heard a crack but could not twist his head to look, he was being hammered into the mattress so hard he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to climb out of the Jeremiah-shaped cavern that must be forming in it.

His high moans had formed a reel that kept circling back through the same three words, “Please! More! Alexander!” over and over and over.

A harsh snarl filled his left ear as Alexander dropped his mouth to the crook of his neck, running his pointed teeth over the sweaty skin. Jeremiah found the strength to wrap his ankles around Alexander’s lower back, pulling him inside of him to the hilt and letting out a squeak upon feeling filled. The sharp teeth snapped down around the curve at the bottom of his throat, sending a spike of pleasure and pain surging through his body hand-in-hand, throwing him cleanly over the edge of climax in a fitful wave of ecstasy accompanied by a scream, it took him a moment to realise it had come from him.

Nothing he had ever experienced in his young life could compare to the feeling. His cock jumping as it released his pleasure in squirts, his arsehole spasming around the rock-hard intruder still filling it, pressing against his sensitive insides. A wet feeling spilled into him and he found a second layer of lust wash over him as he basked in the joy that his lover had found his own pleasure, pressed deep into him no less.

Even as he descended from the high of his orgasm, vaguely aware of his cum-splattered stomach, he could snot slow his breathing, bordering on hyperventilation as he attempted to comprehend what the bite meant for him, how it would change him, how he would be reviled and hated by all humans who set eyes upon him once he had lost his human features.

Alexander pulled back, watching Jeremiah’s panicked panting for a moment before grabbing his cheeks between thumb and forefinger, “Easy, easy, Miah.” he soothed, “There was no poison in the bite,” he chuckled to himself, “you will live another day.”

Within the same breath that Jeremiah’s body deflated into relief that he was not to be turned he felt a smaller part of him flood with disappointment. A silly little voice inside of him questioning whether perhaps Alexander did not see him as a ‘forever’ partner, not someone to be turned into one of his own, to be given immortality.

He could not stop the whisper that slipped from his lips, “Why not?”

Alexander chuckled again, as one would to an amusing comment made by a naive child, “You wanted me to turn you into a monster like me?”

“Do you want to change me into… someone like you?” He asked slowly, his entire frame still trembling in after-shock of their coupling.

“Not as you are now.”

“Oh?”

“You are too young, you have time yet to grow and learn and discover the world.”

“I am a man!” Jeremiah protested, attempting to deepen his voice despite how raw it felt from his orgasm-induced screeching.

“You have barely passed through the starting posts of manhood.”

“I did not realise there was an age requirement for vampirism, how silly of me!” Jeremiah huffed sarcastically, “The way the old women in the village tell it you’d think they were gnawing on the necks of every babe in the land.” he added sulkily.

Alexander leant closer over him and Jeremiah watched the dim light glint off his teeth, “You do not deserve to be chained to this life while you have experienced so little of it.”

“How can I miss something I have never experienced?”

“Miah.”

Jeremiah pouted but refused to answer to the pet name.

“You are the only human I have ever wished to love forever, but you do not wish to be limited as I am yet, I promise you.”

“But you are immortal, deadly strong and fast an-”

“And I miss the caress of the sun and the freedom it granted me greatly. I live a lonely existence and I would ask that you wait until you are grown before you burden yourself with that life too.”

“I wish to love you forever too. But I will not have chances to sneak away now that autumn is coming…” Jeremiah whispered, allowing his heartache to truly show, it was something he had been worrying about since the first temperature drop, “I may not see you again until spring.”

A long and heavy pause sat upon them, Jeremiah gazing into Alexander’s eyes pleadingly. He knew what he wanted, the more his love attempted to dissuade him the more convinced he became.

“This is truly what you wish?”

“It is.” Jeremiah breathed.

“You will not be able to return to your village in daylight, they will see the curse upon your skin, your teeth, your eyes. You will not be able to live among them.”

Jeremiah apologised to his father in his head, he had to follow his own happiness. While he loved the man he couldn’t bear to become him, greedy and deceitful and oblivious to those around him deemed beneath his worth.

“I know. I understand.”

Alexander nodded slowly before his hands snatched handfuls of Jeremiah’s light hair by his ears to hold him still, sending a shiver through his still-naked body, and sunk his teeth into the younger man’s neck on the opposite side to when he had been at climax. This time, Jeremiah felt a dark, painful, prickling pulsing from his neck outwards in time with his heartbeat.

Alexander had pulled away but all Jeremiah could hold his focus on was his own heart pounding inside of him, spreading the poison deep into his flesh.

Thump thump.

Thump.

Thump.

He was losing the rhythm, or his body was… Slowing and slowing and slowing until Alexander’s blurred face was the last sight he saw with his green human eyes.