AU: I Do It All For You (Vampire AU, Phoenix)

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"Nu-uh," Phoenix assured him, shaking his head. "I wouldn't do that! The only time it's a mess is when I decide to redecorate everything." Which... Happened quite often. When one had money and a lot of spare time, what else would they do? Phoenix wasn't the type to go out and spend time with friends (he only had a couple people he really liked all that much anyway), so he'd learned how to be creative with his time.

But he much preferred when Oriel was home. Of course he did. Not only did he love the man's presence and snark, but he could never get enough of the ecstasy that Oriel could so easily put him through. Especially after going for an extended amount of time without the vampire's touch, every brush of his fingers sent tingles through the fae's body, craving more, more...

His body trembled and a few stray whimpers escaped as Oriel drank. He remembered back when they'd first met, when this sort of interaction terrified him, thinking that the vampire would suck him dry and leave him without remorse. How much it had hurt, the sharpen thorns of Oriel's teeth popping through his neck, making Phoenix cry out and beg for the pain to stop. Now, he didn't want it to stop... Not until he couldn't take the bloodloss anymore. When Oriel did part from his neck, Phen swooned a little, feeling the normal light-headedness from losing a good portion of blood. He clutched onto Oriel's arm, burying his face into his lover's chest. "Mmm... Mhmmm," he mumbled, too full of bliss to respond with more than needy whines. "P... Please..." he managed, peeking up at Oriel with desire. "C... Carry me?" He was like a feather in Oriel's arms, he knew. So fragile, so easy to break...

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Oriel barked out a laugh. He could only imagine how the place must look when Phoenix got into one of his redecorating sprees. Oriel himself wasn’t one for much decor, but if it made Phoenix happy to liven the place up like that, then so be it. As long as it stayed clean, because Oriel was downright anal when it came to clutter and tidiness, then Oriel was fine with the aesthetics, however they were.

So that was yet another pleasure to expect upon his coming home. Would it look the same as from when he left last? Or different? It was something to look forward to, but again just impressed upon him how long he’d actually been gone. And he’d wonder just how many rearrangements he’d missed during his absence. If only he could make these days when he was home last forever….well, wasn’t that why he was gone in the first place? If he succeeded in his plans, then they could.

Oriel was always careful with how much he drank. Even with the intoxicating taste of fae blood, he was careful. One learned how to be when one had been alive for as long as he had. Not like the young ones who didn’t know how to stop once they started. He could forgive them a little bit, though. It was a learning process, how to control the hunger and not let it control you. These days, while Oriel drank from his love for feeding, as a small treat, the act was more of an intimate gesture, like kissing, or holding hands, or even sex. Oriel had other ways to get his nutrition from, and if it meant he could bite more and take less from his love, then he held no guilt for seeking his meals from others.

Biting more meant that he could hear more of those desperate, agonizing moans from his pixie more often. “Of course,” Oriel said softly into his neck. He hooked his arm underneath Phoenix’s legs and lifted the faeling up like he weighed nothing, like he was a doll made of porcelain. Oriel continued to lick at his lover’s neck as he walked him towards the bedroom and gently laid him upon the bed. “Do you have any…special requests, my love?”

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Phoenix hadn't always been into home decor. Or cooking. Or crafting. Or anything else he was into now, for that matter. After moving away from home and away from the city to live with his vampire lover, he'd sacrificed a lot, but gained much, in his mind. It was all totally worth it - seeing that smile on Oriel's face, watching him enjoy something that Phoenix had made, there was nothing compared to the joy that it made Phoenix feel.

Of course, the more carnal stuff was just as enjoyable, if not more so. Phoenix's trust for Oriel was unwavering; if the vampire asked him to do anything, he would without question. Not because of the imprint, Phen told himself, but because he loved Oriel, and Oriel loved him. He would have gladly died for his lover, if he had to; on command, he wouldn't hesitate. Phoenix had never known he could be so incredibly attached to someone until he'd met the vampire. And he never wanted it to change.

He squealed happily as he was suddenly lifted into the air, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around the taller boy's shoulders with his face buried in Oriel's hair, hardly containing his pleased moans at his continuing caresses. When he found himself on the bed, gazing up at his perfect lover, his breath was coming in sharp, short pants as he wildly thought of something to ask for. "M.... Make me forget that you were ever gone," he breathed finally, clinging onto Oriel's shirt like he would never let go. "D-don't stop until I can't take any more." He pulled Oriel's face down for a kiss, all of his need and want and desire pouring into the gesture.

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Oriel used the imprint technique for it’s more common purpose often enough. On other people. When he needed a convenient slave for some of his more dangerous missions. Risking the life of some degenerate-just-out-of-jai paroled murderer was a lot better than risking his own un-life. And once they served their purpose, if they were still alive by the end, Oriel either let them go or if he was hungry enough….

Phoenix was the only one he used it for it’s lesser known purpose. To keep an eye on one he found important, to enhance their intimate connection, to intensify their carnal moments to their max. This kind of bond was one made on trust. Trust that the vampire Oriel would not abuse his power over the pixie, that he would not betray Phoenix by making him do something other than what he wanted. In return, the vampire would provide eternal protection, for as long as his imprinted lover’s lifespan lasted. For a Fae, that was comparable to Oriel own length of existence.

And for that, Oriel was happy. And he would do anything for his winged lover. Oriel cocked his head to the side as he hovered over Phoenix’s prone form. “You’re wish is my command,” he said with a smile, leaning down to take those plump lips with his own.

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Oriel spooned his lover from behind, his arms wrapped tightly around his torso. The light from outside had finally come with the faint sounds of birds outside their tinted windows. Special UV protection. Oriel couldn’t live without it. He buried his face into Phoenix’s hair and inhaled his scent. “You…are wonderful,” he said softly. Oriel pressed his lips against his lover’s bare shoulder. “Why are you so wonderful?”

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How long had they been laying like this? It seemed like forever. As he'd promised, Oriel had made Phoenix forget all those nights that he'd slept in an empty bed, all the times he'd looked over his shoulder to tell his lover a joke only to remember the cats were his only company. This made it all worth it. This incredible content, this feeling of absolute fulfillment in his life. Phoenix didn't know what he would do without Oriel; what had his life been like before him?

"Mmmm..." he hummed drowsily, blinking his eyes open and shifting slightly as he felt Oriel's mouth against his skin. "I didn't do nothin'," he smiled, finding Oriel's hands and giving them a gentle squeeze. His neck throbbed dully where he'd been bitten, but it was a pleasurable sort of pain that he wouldn't change for anything. "You're the wonderful one... That felt so good, babe."

Phoenix yawned, adjusting himself so he was facing Oriel with their heads close, foreheads touching. He nuzzled himself lovingly against the vampire. "Do you need anythin' more t'drink?" he murmured. "I got a bit more t'spare if you want any." He entangled their legs together and softly pecked Oriel's nose. One of the kittens, a dark fluffball of an animal, decided to leap up onto the bed then, and clambered over the two boys and nestled itself on top of them. "See, Moose missed you too," he cooed, reaching out to scritch the tiny thing behind the ear. A loud purring commenced.

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Oriel gently shook his head. “Nah, I’m fine.” He wasn’t truly. As a vampire, it was expected for the hunger to never go away. But after living as long as he had, any vampire would have learned how to control it by now. To not let the hunger become his life. However, even though he’d learned to control it, the longer and longer he waited between feedings, the harder it was to control. That’s why Oriel tried to not take too much at once from his lover. He didn’t need a lot to survive, hell, he didn’t even need any to survive, he just enough to keep in control.

But it was something that Phoenix didn’t need to know. Oriel got exactly what he needed when he needed. And while Phoenix’s blood was exquisite, Phoenix was more than just a food source to Oriel. Much much more. Being able to taste his blood was just an extra benefit. “I’ll let you know if I get hungry again,” he said with a laugh. Oriel nuzzled his nose against Phoenix’s.

Then their peacetime was interrupted. Geeze, these cats! They were so demanding for attention! “Moose? Really?” he looked at Phoenix with an amused grin, then back down at the kitten. “Where in the world do you get these names?” he asked, reaching down to pet the kitten with a single finger. "...can you make that noise?" Oriel looked up at Phoenix, raising his eyebrows, then rubbed the same finger underneath his lover's chin.

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"Okay," Phoenix replied softly, giving Oriel a sweet kiss. He didn't like to beg for Oriel to bite him, because that was just... Weird on a lot of levels, but sometimes he just couldn't help it. The imprint, he knew, had changed his behavior from the start, but they had been together for so long, Phen forgot what he was like without it. And he didn't really care - his life had been nothing before Oriel.

"What... What's it taste like, anyway?" he asked curiously, rubbing his fingers over the puncture wounds. He'd tried tasting his own blood before, and it just tasted salty and slightly metallic to him. He couldn't imagine it was the same for Oriel, otherwise the vampire wouldn't go so crazy over it.

He giggled as his lover's attention turned to the tiny fluffball that looked nothing like its namesake, propping himself up just a little to watch the adorable kitten knead the blanket on top of them before promptly settling himself down without any hesitation. "I thought it was cute... Ironic, 'cause he's so tiny," Phoenix grinned. When the tickling reached him, the pixie squirmed and giggled again, doing his best to imitate the purr that Moose was still giving off. "Ticklesss!" he squeed, smooshing himself as tightly as he could against the vampire and closing his eyes. "Mmmm.... I think... I'm gonna sleep now," he mumbled drowsily after a moment. "You... Tired me out..." Between their romping and the bloodloss, Phoenix was definitely feeling exhausted.

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It had taken some training over the years to get Phoenix to stop pushing for Oriel to drink from him. It made it harder to resist when his imprint-doll asked for it, sometimes even begged for it. Call Oriel twisted(well, he was a soulless vampire), but had a thing for begging. By now, Phoenix probably knew it. If he did, then there was a chance for him to use that particular fetish of his against his master. Not completely unwelcome, but dangerous if Oriel got carried away.

After all, the blood of his doll tasted much sweeter than that of any other. But to explain the taste to someone else? That was…Oriel had little to compare it to. Normal foods weren’t that appetizing to him anymore. “I don’t know…let me think…” He rolled his head, thinking. “Like…a normal human’s blood would be like…juice. It’s sweet and has enough nutrition to satiate. Animal blood is like water. Tasteless. A vampire can survive on it, but not for long and it always leaves you hungry. A fae’s blood, however…” Oriel leaned into his lover and pressed is lips to the fairy’s shoulder, then slid his tongue up his neck as he imagined the taste of Phoenix’s blood. “It’s like a fine wine. Too much can get you drunk, yearning for more. But it’s something to only have in moderation.”

Phoenix may not have been a kitten, nor could he imitate the rolling of a kitten’s purr, but he was no less adorable in Oriel’s eyes. “You sound like a broken lawn mower,” he teased before Phoenix slammed himself into the large, welcoming chest of his lover. Oriel closed his arms around the thin faeling. “Right,” he whispered, curling a lock of hair behind Phoenix’s ear. “You sleep. I’ll be right here.” It would be a long while before Oriel allowed himself to rest as well. Until then, he just watched as Phoenix breathed slowly and deeply in his arms.