Chapter 2
He swore to James to return and he keeps his word sacred, so on his 7th day of rest, he’s grooming himself, scrubbing the blood from under his nails and teeth, thoroughly cleaning his body, he didn’t dare smell like a dead animal for much longer.
Then he’s there quickly, he watches him for a good while first, he’s watching television, he admires his bored spread legs, his eyes watching the screen. Regulus could smell him a mile away, he wonders if another one of his kind could be so self preserved under a smell like that.
But Regulus can. He has mastered the art of self control and knowing he’ll be fucked beautifully as long as James lives, it makes it easier to bear the smell.
He knocks once, James looks shocked when he opens the door, he looks him over, and then smiles. His pulse is racing. His brown eyes reflecting the moon. It makes Regulus terribly excited.
”Hello, James.”
”I didn’t think you’d come back.”
”I swore.”
James sighs his eyes bright, touching his shoulder, letting him in, he goes inside and looks at the television. He hates television. The worst thing about the modern world, that and phones.
“Brain rotting thing, televisions… you ought to read instead.”
He hears James coming up behind him, he bites his lip as he presses to his back, his cocks hard already, poking his back through his sweatpants.
Complain later.
”I’ve not stopped thinking about you.” James whispers, running his hand down Regulus’ throat.
Likewise.
”Show me.”
”Yeah?”
”I want you to know,” Regulus turns and looks up at him. “You can do whatever you want to me. Whatever your fantasies are… I want you to do it to me.”
If he was going to make this a reoccurrence, he ought to let James explore his sexual fantasies, given Regulus can handle plenty more than the average human.
Plus it means he can introduce his own.
He’s throbbing when he say’s it, he can hear his blood pumping in his cock, and it’s exhilarating to be here again. To look at his soft eyes and smile. To feel his skin on his. To gleefully be pulled into his bedroom. To get his clothes torn off and admired bare.
“What do you like?” James asks him, his lips are wet as looks over his naked body. “Anything in particular?”
James may be a soft human, but he has some strength. To ask him such a question. Brave. You have no idea what I’m in to.
”It’s sick.” He tells him.
“Tell me… I can handle it.”
If you say so darling.
Regulus grins darkly. “Blood.”
James stands before him, he’s careful not to falter, not to make a face or breathe differently. But his heart beats quicker.
”I can do that.”
He’s so sure of himself. So confident.
Regulus is greedy. But he can control himself. He’ll have to get him very close to orgasm to spill his blood, or he’ll end up dizzy.
”Tell me yours, then we can see what we can accomplish tonight.”
James sits beside him, he looks into his eyes and then to the floor. Shyer now. “Well it seems a little vanilla, now.”
”I love vanilla.” Regulus purrs, rubbing him through his trousers. “Tell me.”
”Tying someone up has always been interesting to me.”
He can only grin, of course bondage was pretty useless to Regulus, given he could break free at any point. But if that’s what he likes. He can do it.
”Shall I undress? You can start on me… I can finish with you.” He suggests, running a finger down his chest.
”Yes.” James kisses him firmly, his eyes excited and wide, his hands are clenched at his side, childlike as he stands and watches him leave the room. Whilst he’s gone elsewhere, Regulus sits naked on the floor, on his knees, unable to stop the smile on his face.
Humans were funny.
James returns, with a slim rope still dusty, he’s interested in why he had it, but didn’t ask. James wraps it carefully around Regulus’ wrists behind his back, then his ankles, he’s careful not to flinch and break the rope immediately.
He’s bound for him, on his knees, James undresses, his excitement was making his heart beat like a bird. Quicker and quicker as he moves and looks at the way Regulus is ‘stuck’.
It was enjoyable. Mostly because James was actually strong, he pushed and placed him wherever he wanted, whether it was fucking him against the floor, roughly pulling the rope so his wrists ached, or tying him to his headboard, James using him as he saw fit.
He was athletic, no doubt about that, each position was different more agile, he never paused for a break, only to ask Regulus if he was okay. Which he was, he was absolutely fine. Better than fine.
He was beautiful really. Really quite beautiful.
Only when he could feel James’ orgasm rising, Regulus stops him. He wasn’t selfless. He wanted his own way with him.
“It’s my turn.” He says firmly.
So James unties him, he kisses him and sits before Regulus. He had no idea how much self control this was going to take for him.
How badly this could all end if his hunger became insatiable.
James was dazed, his cock was throbbing, his eyes half closed, Regulus knew this was the perfect state for him to be in.
He wants to start at his neck, but knows better than that, so he kisses his thighs, spreading them open and looking up at him.
”Here, is that okay?”
”Yes.” James whispered, his eyes on his, widening slightly as Regulus firmly scratches his skin with his nail, making a slight cut, it starts to bleed, he rubs the cut, holding his finger to his lips and sucking, his eyes roll back blissfully.
Oh.
Oh yes.
It was like ambrosia.
Regulus licks at the cut like a hungry cat, his eyes close and his hand squeezes his thick thighs. He’s losing himself, rather quickly, as James winces, he loosens his lips and swallows the tiny drops he got.
”Like a vampire.” James laughs breathlessly, his eyes on his.
”Yes,” Regulus muses, “quite.”
“You can keep going, I’m fine.”
”You’re going to make me want to keep you, James.” He whispers, placing his tongue back on his cut and licking the beads of blood dripping down his soft skin.
”Keep me… I’m no one else’s.” James whispered, guiding his head back down with his hands.
He was mine now. Licking his blood like a fiend. Regulus’ teeth are poking out and he’s glad James is dazed because if he was more coherent, he’d know how terrifying this really was for him.
Regulus took long drawn out sips of his blood, before he’s got his eyes on his, deciding he’s probably going to get ill if he doesn’t distract him now. So he rides him, taking his wrist, with James grunting below him, he makes another scratch at his veined wrist, speeding his hips as he starts to pull the blood from him.
”Jesus christ.” James is whispering, grunting and panting, it makes him smile.
He’s never had such fun with a human. So he does all his lurid tricks, half drunk off his sweet blood, he’s slamming down onto him, making him gasp, he was never usually so confident in his pursuits, but he could sense every emotion leaking from his sweat, the way he liked it. The way his fingers dig into his hips as Regulus sucks his last bit of blood from his wrist as he comes.
He’s quiet beside him as he comes off his high, licking his lips and smiling up at the ceiling as James pants beside him.
I have to keep him.
”You’re incredible.” James whispers tiredly.
Regulus lulls his head to look into his eyes staring back at him, he’s flushed red, hot and sweaty, but his lips are quirked into a smirk.
”Thank you, you were very sweet to me.”
”So you like blood?” James asks quietly, looking at his wrist with a quirked brow.
”Just during sex.”
And outside. But humans are weirdly only accepting of odd behaviour if it was during sex. Somehow being naked and doing illegal acts makes it seem okay. More accepting to suck blood naked than clothed. A strange custom.
”You do it a lot?”
”No,” Regulus stands and stretches with a grin. “Just a few special occasions.”
”Would you want to do it again?” His voice is nervous but hopeful.
He has no idea what he’s asking. How personal it was to have a human allow you to drink from them. It made his stomach twist with excitement. There wasn’t a chance in hell that he’d turn it down. The sex was something in itself, he was great, strong and rough. But if he could lick the beads of blood from his arteries willingly, he might have to swear himself to a life of indebted service to him.
”Would you?” Regulus asks, pulling on his clothes, admiring his naked body stretched out lazily.
James nods, tugging the sheets over his body. “But I’d like you to stay.”
”Can’t do that, James.”
”Why?”
”Because it’s,” He pauses and thinks of what to say. There wasn’t a good human reason. He couldn’t because he’d never be able to rest beside him. He couldn’t control his body in sleep, one wrong twitch from him and Regulus would accidentally kill him. “I’m just not a fan of co-sleeping.”
He’s dissatisfied with the answer, wanting to press on, to make him stay. And he’s good at it, his eyes soft, tugging at his wrist to pull him down back to the bed, laying warm kisses on his sternum.
His doe eyes so gentle in the dimly lit room, he was sure to get his way if he just pressed a little more.
“Just stay, I promise you I won’t ask anything. I just want you to stay.”
Regulus was flooded with the affection, closing his eyes, feeling his blood rushing to his head.
Leave.
You know better.
He’s a human.
“I really can’t… I’ll be back, James. I swear.”
“Fine… but come sooner rather than later.”
“Understood,” He lingers at his door, staring at his golden body wrapped in his sheets, his blood still on his tongue. “Be safe.”
”Likewise.” James gives him a wink.
Regulus skips his rabbit dinner and spends his evening perched outside of James’ window, watching him. He was a simple human. He didn’t text much. He brushed his teeth with a timer, he took long hot showers, he ate a lot of meats and vegetables.
But ultimately he was pretty alone.
He spent 3 days watching him, dipping in and out of the forest when he’d go on his walks, he’d listen to the way his feet struck the ground, the pace of his steps.
And the only thing he learnt of James, was that he didn’t seem to have any friends. His mother called daily at 6pm, and he’d listen to her tell him to do this and that, to make sure he’s seeing his friends, which he didn’t, and he lied, well enough for her at least.
”I’m going out now.” James would tell her, a false chirpiness to his voice. “So I’ve got to go.”
And he’d end the call, crawl into bed and stare at the ceiling, Regulus wondered if he was waiting for him. The way he’d check out of his curtains nightly, chewing on his lip and pacing. It seemed he was.
It made him sad. He had no life. He went to his job, painted a smile for the children but it would vanish the moment he would turn away.
A strange amount of affection lingered in his stomach for him. He was so wonderfully sweet, but had no life to live. It was a dire shame.
It was a week past when Regulus went home, to eat, to drain half the forest, to shower and scrub away everything he’s been seeped in the past few days.
Then he walked to James, through his forest, he could smell him, he was taking a walk himself, humming something as he threw branches around like a dog.
”Hello.” Regulus says to his back as he snuck up behind him.
James jumps, making a quick yelp before he’s clutching his chest, half laughing as his heart races. “Holy shit, you scared the life out of me.”
Regulus grins, biting at his lip. “Ought to be more aware of your surroundings.”
“I didn’t hear a thing.”
”I’m good at just appearing.”
He notices his eyes on his chest.
”You’ve got a cut.” James murmurs with a worried look on his face.
Ah. His fight with a fox had been a little embarrassing, it had nipped him, only slightly, the cut would be gone in a few hours. Or until he fed again, but he didn’t like the way James could see it.
He wanted to stay perfect for him.
”Shaving mishap.”
James furrows his brows, stepping closer. “It looks like teeth marks.”
“Well, I assure you it’s not. Shall we go?”
”Erm,” He takes another long look at it and shakes his head, clearing the thought. “Yeah, let’s go.”
When they reach his home Regulus perches himself on his bed and suddenly smells something. It was just a moment, the breeze outside carrying a smell with it. But it was familiar. It made him anxious.
James appears at the door, making the smell disappear with his own sickly sweet scent, he pushes him to lay down, hovering above him on his hands, laying hot kisses on his throat.
The thought was forgotten.
”You’re so beautiful,” James whispered, whilst Regulus was tied to his bed, his ankles bound to either side of his beds edge. “Like nothing else on earth.”
Regulus smiled darkly, “Why don’t you show me how beautiful you think I am?”
And he did, beautifully, he’s not careful with him in the slightest, he’s rough, grabbing him and holding his throat in his hand, no remorse in his hips as Regulus grins and ruts into his sheets.
He’s offering his wrist to him, Regulus’ fangs pop, he’s holding it to his face, using his tooth to cut his skin open, James isn’t noticing, he’s still fucking him roughly, groaning behind him.
He drinks from him, sucking the thicker flow with ecstasy, moaning out for him, he felt him coming undone, so he sucks harder and harder, until Regulus can feel him growing weaker, his hips slow, so he pulls off his wrist with a gasp as he finishes.
James collapses beside him, wincing and holding his wrist, Regulus wipes his mouth, he stops him from holding it and takes his shirt from the floor, dabbing away the blood, kissing it once.
“It’ll heal, only a knick.” Regulus tells him. It was a little worse than that, but he was too dazed to seem too concerned.
”S’alright, I’m fine.” James murmurs tiredly, his eyes closing slightly.
Regulus kisses him, stroking his face as his eyes slip closed. Too much. I took too much. He was exhausted.
“Goodnight,” He whispers kissing his forehead as he strokes away his hair, “I’ll be back soon.”
”Goodnight.” James mumbles as he slips off into sleep, too tired to fight him.
Regulus dresses, he’s wandering around his house first, listening to him sleep as he roots around at all his belongings, he takes his shirt, the one he was wearing today, he places it in his jacket and locks his door, slipping out and then heading out through the forest.