Chapter 1
The waning moon blew embers of hot white beams into the darkened room, its light reflecting off the mirrors inside, a small cloud of steam rising above the horizon. His cold fingers ran the seam of his sheets, pulling them off, to stand before the windows. His head tilts back as he absorbs the light into his skin, he stretches, his eyes widening out of his sleep as he feels the coldness of the wind floating from under the gap of the oak door.
The night was like any other, cold and dark, the midst of July, the weather hadn’t changed from winter, despite the summer sun being promised. The cold was comfortable, familiar enough to him at least. There was an aching in his stomach, an incessant beating in his chest, screaming for a meal. It had been a long day, despite there being no warmth to the days in summer, the sun sat in the sky uselessly, making for an unpleasant bored week retreating in the shadows.
He hadn’t fed for a week now. His teeth felt like hot razors in his mouth, only worse now, hidden away and far from any people, there wasn’t anything but rabbits and doe for miles, the occasional fox but they had little to no meat on their bodies, not nearly enough to satisfy him.
He needed to feed.
There was a plan, of sorts, something him and Sirius did when they were younger, seduction techniques, if you will. They had the power of manipulation and it wasn’t due to their mind, or something otherworldly as you may think, their pale faces and eyes were enough to enchant and attract whomever they pleased.
Regulus found it all a little brash, the chase was fun, the anticipation of attack, the flashing fear as he smiles darkly, the coursing of their blood flowing warmly into his mouth, their arteries beating in a panic, only that made it so much more delicious.
But with Sirius wherever Sirius may be, Regulus had no choice but to venture into the town nearby, to go solo in his pursuits of hunger, to see just who takes his fancy, and to finally fill the hunger screaming inside.
He didn’t often like to feed on humans, truthfully he had a soft spot for their meaningless existence. But the hunger was aching.
He’s careful with his clothing, he doesn’t want to stand out, not the way Sirius adores to, with his pale skin showing and his eyes lined. Regulus found it easier to blend in, simplicity meant a more relaxed time for everyone, it was a small town after all, no need to make his presence known.
He’d come from his home and appeared before it all, standing before the moonlit streets, feeling dissatisfied with the way it smelt so much worse than he had hoped.
There was a lot of old people, their blood sticky and thin, not palatable. Some were into that, but Regulus liked them young, they were just so much sweeter. He could think of nothing worse than sinking his teeth into thinned skin that sagged around his fangs. He liked the skin that could puncture without a sip of blood leaking down. No wastage.
He was in the bar, it was dark far too loud, smelling like cigarettes and sweat, he was leaning against the wall as he looked around, his eyes were sore, dry and aching from dehydration, it made it hard to see as well he usually did.
He practically had human eyesight and that made everything seem worse than he thought. There were a lot of young people, but too young for him, 18 was too sickly, too weird for him, as if he could stomach the taste of something under done. He needed something prime, perfect, but he couldn’t find anything as he scanned the room over and over.
The lights were kind to human’s, it made them seem more special than they actually were, as blue strobes stroke their faces, they smile and laugh, they were ordinary, but under the circumstances, they seemed a tad more than that.
Regulus found himself in the bathroom, he saw a man, young enough, staring at him, he flashed him a smile, a quirked brow told him he was interested and he approached him.
He was uninteresting. Blonde. A stubbled jaw and blue eyes, his skin almost pink from the heat of the nights affairs.
It was easy from there, luring him into the stall and giving him a taste of his tongue, his hands were greedy, Regulus felt frustrated at the way he kissed, so boring and rushed.
He was almost about to kill him just for the pure fact he was such a bad kisser, when he smelt something. Something sweet, trickling like syrup in his nose, the way humans inhale and exhale in delight, it smelt far better than this man. Regulus pushed the man off him, smoothing himself down, making his way out of the toilets and back to the dance floor without another glance back to him.
Where were they?
He breathed in firmly and turned around. There was a tall man stood rubbing his knuckle where his back was to him. Regulus could feel his heart beating from where he was stood. He was injured. Only small. But his blood was a million times better smelling than anything he had experienced in years.
Yes. Mine. This one will be mine.
Regulus cleverly moved to face him, to look him over with his head cocked, his eyes were dark and he had messy waved hair, his veins full of hot sweet blood. He looked over his large arms and thick thighs in delight, his veined hands flexed, it was all delicious.
He was desperately trying to get the stranger to look over, but he was preoccupied, his eyes on his knuckles, bleeding out as he sucked on his cut.
There was no one more gorgeous in the room. No one more attractive. The man showed not an ounce of care as he looked back briefly at the girl who was eyeing him across the bar.
Not yours darling.
This one is mine.
”You’re not a vampire are you?” Regulus said to him, a little disappointed he had to approach him.
The man laughed a little, removing his bloody lips from his knuckle. “Punched a wall. Didn’t expect the wall to be hollow, now I’ve got plaster in my skin.”
Regulus smiled up at his face, his eyes met his, he swallowed heavily when he saw Regulus’ eyes firmly glued to his.
He was interested already.
Just a mere look.
”Mind if I take a look? I’m trained in first aid.”
The joke was on the nose. Sirius always loved it. He could imagine his cackling laugh from here.
The man shrugged, holding out his hand, Regulus took it and felt his skin prickling at the warmth of him. He looked into the cut, carefully he took his nails, slowly scratching out the speckles of paint and plaster lodged.
”What’s your name?” The man asks, inspecting his hand as soon as Regulus had picked out the last of the paint.
”Whatever you want it to be.”
“Weird name,” He muses, “I’m James… I’ve not seen you here before.”
Regulus grins, he offers James his drink and watches his lips part to swallow down the liquid remaining.
James.
Now James was something special.
“Cheers… seriously though,” He checks his hand and then hums in surprise. “What’s your actual name?”
“It’s not important, is it?”
James raises his eyebrow, his tongue playing in his cheek. He was devilishly handsome. Innocent eyes and a godly body, it was a delightful combination.
“Well I guess not.”
Regulus bites his lip and looks at him up under his lashes, daring him with his eyes to take him away. To let him do as he pleases to him. Too many eyes here. I need this in private. Somewhere no one else will hear how he collapses beautifully when Regulus drains him.
”Are you flirting with me? Or do you just have very intense eyes?”
”Neither.” Regulus says with a grin.
James looks into his eyes just a moment longer, enough for him to know he’s wanting this, whatever it ends up being. James was interested, so Regulus takes his hand, he tugs just once, that was all it took, leading him away from the crowd, out into the cold night.
”You are terribly good looking.” James whispers to him as Regulus leans against the bricks, letting his hand go to stand and let James look at him.
It was so much fun. The anticipation. The blood in both their bodies rushing. The flirting was just foreplay. He decided pretty quickly he wanted to have him in a different way, as well of his blood of course, he’d just love to see his face closer.
To see what lays beneath the fabric covering his skin.
“Is it terrible?” Regulus grins, he reaches for his shirt, tugging him once, closer to his body. “I think it’s terrible that you live in such a terribly boring town with a face like that.”
James towers over him, he looks down into his eyes, his blood stained bottom lip quirks into a smile.
He liked him too. Obviously.
“Where are you from?”
”Elsewhere.”
”Can I know anything about you?”
”No,” Regulus says softly. “But you can see if you can find out… with the right persuasion.”
James looks to his lips, he reaches to his face and Regulus parts his mouth, he closes his eyes as his thumb rubs his lips skin, skimming it’s way into his mouth, James pulls his bottom lip down and he catches it with his tongue.
Come to me.
Let me show you how terrible I can be.
”I’m not kissing you here.” James mutters, his eyes on the people a few metres away from them, they weren’t looking, not that it bothered him if they were.
Humans and their courtesy.
Regulus’ eyes roll as he frustratedly looks around. “Take me home, then?”
”I certainly can’t do that either,” He replies, removing his thumb from his lip and shaking his head with an amused grin. “For one, I do not take home people who don’t tell me their name and seduce me with their eyes… it’s bad news. You’re bad news.”
”I am bad news,” Regulus smiles at his words. Oh god. He needed him. He was the perfect amount of apprehensive and desperate. “I can certainly understand why you’d be apprehensive, though I think you should take the chance. I might tell you something about me… if you do.”
He’s thinking about it, he can see the twinkling in his doe eyes, the way his tongue plays in his cheek. He’s just as excited as he is. And he wants it. Of course. The way his blood is rushing down to his trousers is making Regulus hot and aware of just how hard he’s trying to fight it.
”You tell me your name and I’ll consider it.”
”Demanding,” Regulus touches his chest and looks around before he tip toes to his ear. “Regulus… you can’t tell anyone that. Okay? It’ll get me in trouble.”
James shudders at his whisper and nods quickly, “You’re not a murderer are you? Some fugitive on the run?”
”No,” He licks a long line against his neck, tasting the saltiness of his skin, his artery pumping below. Delicious. “Now take me to your place, and I’ll give you what you want.”
He was apprehensive, as he pulled back, James looked around and considered it, but he agreed, taking Regulus’ wrist in his hand and tugging him away from the bar.
They walk through the woods, in silence, Regulus watches his back, still being dragged along, twigs snapping and foxes laughing in the distance.
“Forgive me for asking,” Regulus says into the silence, “But do you live in the trees?”
”A question for a question?”
”Alright.” Regulus agrees. Whatever you like.
”How old are you?”
”23.”
For a while now. Unimportant.
”Your turn.”
”Do you live in a tree?”
James laughs a little, looking back to grin at him, his eyes creased. “No.”
”How old are you?” Regulus asks as he spots a few lights in the distance.
”24… where are you from?”
”France.”
”Mhm… interesting.”
”Do you often take strangers home, James? It’s certainly very dangerous.”
”No… I actually just got out of a relationship a few months back. You can’t be any worse than me, youasked first.”
Regulus feels his cock growing in his trousers. God. Some people just didn’t want to accept their darkness. Given the chance, he’s certain if James had a wiser head he’d have seen the danger immediately. But he hadn’t. He was pure. It made him feel even more excited as they reached his small home, a cottage of sorts, dimly lit with ivy growing on the exterior.
James lets go of his wrist and Regulus waits at his door as he opens it.
”Coming in?”
He takes a step inside and grins widely. He wonders how terrible of a decision it was to invite him in. How now he can come and go as he pleases. To take him when he wanted. To stalk his every move and breath.
”Tea?”
”No.” Regulus whispers, closing in on him, walking him backwards until his back hits the wall and he’s ready for him.
James closes his eyes as Regulus begins to unbutton his shirt, spreading the fabric off his shoulders, revealing his torso, he feels his muscles, his fingers tickling down them like gemstones. His skin was golden brown, but his trousers that were loose at his hips showed his paler skin below.
The places where the sun hadn’t seen.
”Your hands are cold.” He whispered with a shaky breath.
”Your skin is warm… shall we continue or shall we just make useless points?” Regulus asks, furrowing his brows.
Don’t start thinking too much. You’ll only grow more concerned.
”You’re bossy.” James laughs.
”Where’s your bed? I’ll show you just how docile I can be.” Regulus whispers, putting his hand over the bulge in his jeans.
His smile drops and he’s leading Regulus to his bedroom, he could have wept at how beautiful it smells. All skin and sweet smells smother his senses. He was like a pastry, a perfectly baked sweet treat.
Crafted perfectly for him.
James sits on the bed, he kicks off his shoes and bites his lip at him. Regulus smirks, he begins to undress before him, letting him watch as his clothes fall in a pile before him, his cheeks were darkened, it made him look so terribly beautiful.
He’s naked when James finally touches him, with wide eyes and big swarming hands, he’s roughly pulled onto his lap, straddling him, silently wishing he could rid the trousers still on James.
But patience was important.
Regulus kisses him first, and he was better than the man in the bar, better than anything he’s ever had. His mouth is sweetened from rum and his lips are unforgivingly rough with him. He’s got his nails in the skin of his hips, Regulus moans gently into his mouth, begging him to take him.
Have me. I’m yours now.
It was all terribly out of his plan. All so unlike him. He could seduce, easily, but to actually go through with it, to give himself over to someone. It had been decades.
He can’t regret it as James lays him down, his two fingers go into his mouth, Regulus gasps as his wet fingers slip inside of him, he’s good, is what he feels first, staring up at him as his arm moves quickly, skilfully.
Regulus is panting, feeling his body get heavier and heavier from the pleasure, he’s gritting his teeth, to stop his fangs from popping.
Later. We’ll eat later.
”Don’t make me beg for it, it’s not beneath me James.” He whispers desperately, his eyes on his, parting his lips to let slip a soft moan.
James smiles softly, his cheeks are dark pink, he kisses his lips, once, before he’s removing his fingers, standing before him and finally removing the rest of his clothes.
He’s a marvel. Golden and hard, no flaws on his skin, no ghastly tattoos, no scars. Just warm tanned skin with a thick devils cock. He was perfect. And nothing was ever perfect, but to him, he certainly was.
Well this can be my treat. I’ve been practically vegetarian for months.
He’s sitting up, opening his mouth, James is watching him, his eyes are dropped low, biting his lip as he places his cock on his tongue, Regulus devours him, with his mouth stretched and his tongue running all over him. It’s hard to keep his composure.
He’s delicious.
The saltiness and the heat that swarms his mouth as he moves his head, James’ hand tangling in his hair, the way he grunts and exhales shakily, the way he doesn’t force him, or even push him, just a hand in Regulus’ hair, steadying himself.
Regulus had never been so drunk on someone. He was his for the taking. Messy with it all, he shows him just how thankful he is for this, through long drawn out gags and spit that coats him thoroughly, the way he throbs as Regulus looks up at him, his lips tightly wrapped around him.
”You’re really good at that,” James says with a groan, “Experienced?”
He did talk a lot though. Perhaps that was his fatal flaw.
Regulus pulls off him, swallowing, “Do you insist to talk?” He asks him.
James shrugs with a small laugh. ”We can talk later, I guess.”
He’s on his knees for him then, arched impossibly, his hands down on his sheets as James is rubbing his hips, positioning himself, his face is close to his pillows the smell of his hair rising from the cotton.
”You’re really beautiful,” James whispers before he pushes in, teasing him by resting his tip on his entrance, “Really quite beautiful.”
”I don’t want to talk,” Regulus begs him, “Later, please.”
He pushes in and they both make a slight gasp, Regulus is in ecstasy, the stretch of him and the feeling of being filled, the ache that comes when he starts to move in and out of him.
The air is thick and Regulus moans out for him, his fangs pop, he whimpers and ruts, he feels his cock dig deeper into him, so deep he’s seeing stars, he buries his face in his sheets.
I need to feed. I need to eat. Now. Now.
“Fuck!” James mutters, he’s going faster, losing himself, his blood is rushing down his body, he can smell his sweat forming, perspiring saltiness drips onto his own cold skin. Regulus can only cry out, to orgasm over and over, imagining his tanned throat between his teeth, imagining how good James tastes, as he fucks into his desperate body.
And when he knows James will cum, he’s half dazed, feeling his nails dig into his hips skin as he spills his load deep inside of him, Regulus almost wept, he hadn’t ever had such pleasure in his body.
It had been years since he let someone have him this way. He regrets nothing.
He isn’t sure what to do as James leans down to kiss him, he lifts his head from the sheets and kisses him back, whimpering at the smell of his blood still on his breath.
No.
I can’t.
I can’t do this.
His plan was to get his fill and devour him on the bed, to watch the life slip from his eyes and his mouth to drop open. But as he kisses him and strokes his face, cooing to him, “You’re incredible.” He’s suddenly completely lost. He doesn’t want to hurt him. He can’t. He wants to take him away. Hide him. Keep him hostage. Anything!
He decides he absolutely can’t eat him. But he knows how good he’d taste. How thick his blood would be. How much he’d have in his veins. But he can’t.
It frustrates him, the humanity of his thoughts.
”Bathrooms through that door,” James whispers, kissing him once more. “Clean up?”
Regulus is silently heading over, he’s staring at his reflection in the mirror, the scratch marks on his hips, the saliva on his lips.
Oh dear.
I really rather enjoyed that.
When he’s pretended to clean himself up, he doesn’t, he wants to savour it. He walks back into the room, looking at the cup of tea steaming on the table and then at James coming in with another cup.
Soft. Humans and their niceties.
“Thank you,” Regulus says, he looks at his knuckles and looks away quickly. He was still bleeding. “You should wrap that.”
”Hm?” James murmurs, “Oh… yeah I guess.”
”Why did you punch a wall, did it say something unjust to you?”
Pillow talk. God he hated it.
James laughs at it, which makes him smile. He had a pretty laugh. “No, I had an argument with my mum, can’t raise my voice to her so I hung up, the wall faces my wrath.”
Regulus settles against the pillows, looking at their pile of clothes on his carpeted floor. “May I ask why?”
”Question for question?” James asks with big wanting eyes, a smile on his still flushed face.
Yes. Go on. Just for you.
”Fine.”
James settles beside him, tucked at his side, he had no fear in being so close. “She wants me to move, she hates this town and thinks I need more a life. I haven’t truthfully done much with mine.”
”Why? You have one life, don’t waste it.” Regulus says, agreeing with his mother.
Humans. They never know what they have until they’re old and dying, praying to a god they’ve ignored their whole lives at a chance of redemption.
He hated to hear him say he hadn’t done much. It was a dire shame.
“Well, for one, I have a crappy job as a sports teacher… doesn’t make much, barely enough for this place.”
Money talk. God. Even worse.
”You can’t be held back by money, god, so you go to bars and spend it there? Go-“
James groans and rolls his eyes. ”You sound like my mum and it’s making you really unsexy.”
Regulus purses his lips. Hm. “Apologies.”
”My turn,” James declares, “Will you go on a date with me tomorrow, or something like that?”
He’s not expecting the question. Because in his whole life he hasn’t ever been asked. A date. A soft human date. But it wasn’t happening. As nice as this has been.
”I can’t.”
”Why?” James replies with a twinge of disappointment to his voice.
Because I’m certain to kill you. To rip your throat to shreds if I ever get closer than sex with you. Those pesky human feelings will destroy him faster than any amount of starvation will.
”I’m going home, I’m only visiting here for the night.”
”That’s a real shame,” James whispers, he looks at him and then to his body still bare. “Can I have your number?”
”No.”
”Why?”
”Because you don’t want this,” Regulus smiles. “I am no good outside of the sheets. Save yourself the trouble, don’t waste your time on me.”
James furrows his brows, his pulse has quickened, angry perhaps. “I want to see you again.”
It’s demanding. No question asked. a firm statement. Regulus likes it. He likes his bravery. No shyness. He’s obviously used to getting his way. It’s no wonder why with a face like that.
It excites him. Enough to reluctantly agree.
“Alright, you may… but I will come as I please. Alright?”
“Where do you live?”
”My question first.”
James chews his lip, nodding quickly. “Yes, okay.”
”I live a few miles away, I wasn’t planning on coming back. It’s dreadful here, no life, but I can make an exception… if you promise to fuck me like this again.”
James smirks, he nods again, touching him between the thighs and squeezing him. “Deal.”
A deal with a human. God. What would Sirius think. He’d think he’s lost his mind. But Sirius hasn’t met James, so he can only imagine he’d just do the same in this position.
”Must go, James.” Regulus then says. He’s starving. He can feel his teeth itching. Not the time to be next to humans.
“Stay the night?“
”Can’t,” He starts putting his clothes back on, swatting away his hands reaching for him. “I can’t James.”
”One more question!” James says quickly.
”Just one.”
“You’ll come back, you swear?”
Regulus takes his hand, he places it to his chest and nods, meeting his eye. “I swear to you, I’ll return.”
”Intense,” James whispers, smiling. “Come sooner rather than later.”
”No promises, goodnight James… do keep safe.”
“Goodnight.” He’s calling as Regulus closes his front door.
He’s back home in seconds, tearing through the forest, snatching 6 rabbits to drain at his own front door. He’s still ravenous. He’s back in the forest, sinking his teeth into anything that breathes near him. When he’s finally somewhat satisfied, he’s covered in blood, it drips from his ears, his nose and lips, he stares at his mirrored reflection, the blood covers everything.
The stark contrast of now to a mere few hours ago is making his head spin.
He doesn’t sleep, he returns to James, to his window, watching him sleep, he stands there for hours, listening to his breathing, his soft snores and pumping blood.
Only in the morning, with the sun rising does he finally return home, he showers away the night and closes all his blinds and curtains, he turns on his lamp and goes into his bed, retiring for the week.