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If he were being perfectly honest with himself, Will never got comfortable with the games they played. Sure, he knew Mike was on board with it and genuinely seemed to enjoy them but Will wasn’t so sure about it himself. It was silly, really. Will was the vampire, the demogorgon, the monster of the relationship. He should have been ecstatic. But no matter the months, it still felt strange and unpleasant, like an aftertaste that never went away.
This time, he was afraid he had gone too far. Mike had been scared, not just a little, nor for the sake of pretending. The fear in his eyes had been real. His pulse had quickened too fast and too much. Plus, there was the way he tried to swallow only to realize that he couldn’t because he was paralyzed.
Maybe the paralysis had been too much.
Will usually never used his venom on Mike. And when he played the game, he always played his dominant role to a bare minimum, mostly to indulge Mike because he knew how important it was for him that Will pretented - or rather, pretended not to pretend.
Will couldn’t say he liked it. This was never the idea he had of his intimate relationship with Mike. Mike was never supposed to be the prey. He was just supposed to be his boyfriend - which was already a miracle as it was.
It wasn’t that Will hated it either. Not really. It wasn’t all bad.
There were moments, Will would have lied if he hadn’t admitted how much he was enjoying himself. When he completely surrendered to the feeling of Mike being all soft and offered and willing, responding to Will’s mad touch with nothing but burning pleasure and need. This was something that Will couldn’t explain. It made him feel hot all over, grateful and undeserving of such devotion.
The beginning had been rough though.
Will didn’t understand what Mike wanted of him. It freaked him out. When he made his best effort to control his urges, Mike encouraged him, constantly offering his neck, begging Will to bite him and drink his blood. At first, Will shyly complied. He was a vampire and Mike’s blood tasted like heaven. Like Mike. Feeding from him was both a precious gift and a special moment that Will cherished. He loved having Mike cuddled up against his chest, gently drinking from his neck, his hand playing with his hair, stroking the skin of his cheeks and arms, taking extra care not to drink too much or bite too hard. This was soft, sweet and soothing. Drinking from Mike like this felt like the embodiment of love.
And Will was ok with this.
That wasn’t how Mike wanted it however.
And he soon made it clear to Will - which brought nothing but confusion to the lost vampire.
He didn’t use words. He just acted weirdly, offering himself to Will in an awkward display of over-dramatic submission, giving his body without expecting any form of preparation or care, never telling Will when he gripped too hard. The few words he did use were to repeat to Will how much he “was his” and how much he wanted Will to “have him”. Wishes that did nothing to clear Will’s hazy mind.
Was he doing something wrong?
It wasn’t that Will was a Saint. Outside of Mike, he wasn’t exactly gentle. He mostly sustained himself on humans and wasn’t nice doing so. Why should he care? They were criminals - smugglers, rapists, child abusers - and they were his food. He was the predator. And if he wanted to play with his food, it was both his choice and right.
Mike was different though. Mike wasn’t a prey. He was innocent and he was his boyfriend. At first, Will thought it was his fault and that he wasn’t reading Mike well enough. It was Will’s responsibility to keep his supernatural strength in check and treat the twenty-three year old man he loved with care and respect.
But then, Mike started to use other words and Will was sent into a frenzy of self-doubt and fear.
Mike asked him to drink his blood right before going to sleep - it relaxed him apparently. Then he asked Will to bite him harder, then to bite him somewhere else - Will had opened his eyes as round as saucers at that and promptly stopped everything, asking Mike if he was "crazy" to which Mike withdrew into himself and never replied. A few days later, right in the middle of an already too passionate sex session for Will’s tastes, Mike had begged him to phase. And finally, a week later, Mike stretched himself on the bed, beneath Will and asked him to eat him.
This was the last straw.
Will bolted out and only returned a few hours later, after clearing his mind with a bit too much liquor that had unfortunately too little effect on his resistant vampire biology.
“You were gone,” Mike said, not facing him from his desk chair.
“I needed a moment to think,” Will responded in a low voice.
Mike turned to look at him, “I freaked you out.”
Will swallowed, uncomfortable, “No… It’s just… I didn’t know how to react. You’ve been acting weird lately, Mike.”
Mike shrugged, “Sorry.”
Will observed him with a frown, “The things that you ask, do you actually mean any of them?” he probed and it sounded more accusatory than he had wished.
Mike shrugged, “What if I do?”
Will blinked, “Really? So when you ask me to eat you, you actually want me to, what? Sink my teeth into your arm and take a bite?” he clarified with a pout of disgust that didn’t go unnoticed, “Obviously, you can’t mean that literally, Micheal! It’s sick.”
Mike wanted to bury himself from the shame. He was a freak and he knew it. His needs were not normal. Nothing about him was normal.
“I find that hot,” he whispered in a small voice.
“Hot? Me digging my teeth into your flesh to tear it off, that’s hot?” Will repeated, incredulous, his pout of disgust still contorting his lips, “You do realize that’s just a fantasy, right? A completely creepy, weird, unrealistic fantasy? If I do that, I can assure you that pleasure is the last thing you’ll be feeling!”
“I’m not so sure…” Mike mumbled again, “Besides, I know you do it. I’ve seen it.”
“Yeah! To the humans I eat because they’re my food! You’re my boyfriend!”
“Maybe I want to be both!” Mike suddenly challenged, “Maybe I want to be both your boyfriend and your food!”
Will wrinkled his nose and shook his head, “I already drink your blood. I already feed on you. Isn’t that enough?!”
“You’re always too gentle,” Mike complained, “I want you to own me, like I’m your human. I want you to use me as you need. I don’t want you to hold back or treat me like a delicate flower!”
“Keeping you alive and respecting you is not treating you like a delicate flower!” Will retorted.
“Yes, it is! You’re keeping yourself in check. You’re holding back. I don’t want that. I want you to let go. Be yourself. I can take it. I want to.”
There was a pause. Mike was staring straight at Will whose expression hardened.
“This is ridiculous!” he scoffed.
“Why? We could at least try?”
“Try what? I don’t want to hurt you, Mike! I’m not into that kind of thing!”
“How can you be so sure!”
“Because I know who I am.”
“Yes, the most dangerous predator ever created,” Mike responded, “And I’m perfectly ok with that. I can handle that side of you, I know I can.”
“But maybe I don’t want to be a predator with you, Mike,” Will countered, “Maybe I’m fine being just Will.”
“I’m not,” Mike said in a hard voice that stunned Will, “I need more. I need this part of you too. And you’re keeping it away from me. I’m not satisfied.”
There was a moment of silence. Mike hadn’t looked away. He was swallowing nervously but trying to stand his ground as steadily as he could. Will blinked, shocked and annoyed by Mike’s confession.
“I see,” he said after a while, "You want to be with the predator. Alright," Dark veins swelled beneath his eyes and Mike swallowed again, "Let’s see how it goes and how hot you find it.”
Mike braced himself, unsure as to what Will was going to do but feeling terribly excited. Will began to shake. A second later, an angry demodog was facing him, baring his hundred red teeth at him.
Although different in appearance, Will was still perfectly in control of himself and aware of the situation. He had no intention of hurting Mike. Truth be told, he only wanted to scare him just to prove his point that Mike’s fantasies and wants were absurd and dangerous, that Mike was lying to himself and didn't really want any of that. Will was certain that when given the option, Mike would flee or beg Will to phase back into human form and forget everything. He expected fear, repulsion and rejection.
The fear, he got, if only a little. Mike’s eyes widened when Will walked toward him in his Beast form, feral and monstrous. There was nothing sexy about him like this, Will was well aware of it.
But the fear was very short-lived and too soon replaced by an emotion that wasn’t repulsion or rejection and which took Will completely off guard. Arousal. Powerful waves of arousal coming from Mike clearly directed at him. Will stopped to stare at the human who was looking at him, dropping on his knees, his hand grabbing his shirt to pull it away, baring his flesh to the Beast in front of him.
Will’s heart missed a beat.
Mike was offering himself. To him. In this form. This couldn’t be true.
He took a step forward, expecting the young man to retract any second. But it never happened. Mike lowered his head, submitting to Will, waiting for him to act, his hand still pulling at his shirt.
Will was at a loss. Either Mike had told the truth or he was playing strange games that made no sense. The Beast growled. He didn’t want to hurt him but Mike needed to understand that he wasn’t joking. Mike had to return to his senses. This wasn’t a fantasy. Will wasn’t a dream.
Without warning, he jumped on the human, making him fall on his back under Will who was growling above him menacingly. As expected, Mike’s heartbeat dramatically increased. The sudden attack had frightened him. Good. With luck, he would go back to his senses now and let go of his ridiculous requests. Maybe he’d be so disgusted he’d leave Will. The thought saddened Will for a moment but he didn’t let anything show. This wasn’t about him. This was about keeping Mike safe even if it meant losing him. He had already loved him, kissed him, touched him, tasted his blood. What else could he wish for? Those were memories he would forever hold dear to his breaking heart, Mike’s fear of him being impossible to bear.
He brought his claw to Mike’s chest, slowly ripping the clothes, cutting through the delicate skin of his stomach as he did so, drawing blood. At the same time, just to add insult to injury, his growing member pushed out of its hidden cavity. He knew the size and inhuman look of it would be enough to scare Mike into resignation.
Will hit the bull’s eye. Mike’s eyes immediately locked on it, wider than ever. Tears were expected any second now, screams too and Will braced himself for the inevitable strike of rejection.
But it never came.
Instead, Mike brought shaking hands to his belt that he slowly removed, easing himself off his sweatpants until he was bare and exposed to the erected monster above him. Without breaking eye contact, he brought his knees up and spread them apart, offering himself completely, his face expressing nothing but resolute determination.
Will stopped breathing.
This couldn’t be.
And yet, Mike was waiting - his legs open - to be taken by him in that horrifying form.
Emotion took over Will before he could even stop it. Mike was accepting him, accepting him completely, more than Will could have bargained for. Mike locked his eyes on Will’s again, swallowing, confirming that he was ready for whatever Will decided to do of him. Will had never felt more loved than in this moment.
He bared his teeth again, just for show. Mike didn’t bulge, sliding his hands to his cheeks to spread them and expose himself even more crudely to the Beast. The message couldn’t have been clearer. Will observed him for a moment more, pondering what to do. With his teeth still showing, he lowered his head, dangerously trailing them over Mike’s cock. The young man shuddered but moved no further.
Maybe he was suicidal, he didn’t know. Surely, there was something seriously wrong with him. No one in their right mind would be begging a reptilian flesh eater to fuck them with their gigantic dick. No one. Mike knew that. But he couldn’t help it. This wasn’t the moment to back off. Besides, he was too excited to do anything but surrender to the claws and hundred teeth. He wanted this more than anything else and for once, Will was indulging him. He had long lost all sense of morality anyway. Only Will mattered, Will in every form he had.
From where he stood, he couldn’t see him and didn’t know what to expect. After a few seconds of painful longing, Mike felt something poke at him. Smaller than anticipated, wetter too and it took him a moment to realize that it was a tongue. The thickest, longest tongue he had ever seen, sliding its way inside him, deeper than any cock ever had.
His back lifted off the floor and he closed his eyes in bliss, sighing in pleasure. It felt too good to be true, verging on painful because it was so deep but Mike wasn’t going to complain. A rimjob like this, it only happened in dreams.
He didn't know how long Will fucked him with his tongue, stroking directly his sweet spot and Mike kept going up and down from Heaven at each push until he came three times in a raw, his belly burning with need.
"Will," he called, undone and erratic, "Please Will, take me. Take me. I can handle it. I swear. Please, I need it so much. Please."
Will stopped and trailed upward to look at him with a growl. Mike was a complete mess. Will had never seen him like this. It was almost too much.
"Please," Mike begged again frantically, "Do it. Please."
At first nothing happened and Mike was certain Will was going to back off, phase back and run away. Maybe he'd gone too far. Will wasn't into this and Mike had most probably freaked him out. Again. What an imbecile!
But then, an enormous column of flesh pushed into him and Mike gasped, eyes widening at the greatest mix of pleasure and pain he had ever felt. His brain shut down and he let himself be led into the most intense and weirdest coupling of his short life. At one point, he found himself flipped over, the Beast fucking him harder and deeper, its hundred teeth closing on his bony shoulder and Mike came in a mind blowing orgasm that drove him unconscious. The last thing he’d felt before falling into oblivion was fire pooling into him, setting his insides ablaze.
Will observed Mike from a distance, his heart heavy with guilt and self-disgust. The human was still sleeping, his creamy skin tainted by bruises and cuts, the bloody shape of his pointy teeth clearly embedded into his shoulder. Will hadn’t meant to bite him in this form but their mating had felt so good, he couldn’t fight his instinct at the end. He hadn’t meant to come inside Mike like this either, injecting his venom into his belly. But Mike had felt so soft and warm, fitting around Will so tight, Will had been unable to stop himself either. Mike would hurt for days. He’d probably be sick too. Will closed his eyes and swallowed, shaking his head at himself.
If he regretted what happened, Mike was the contrary. The human was sore but made it clear to Will how much he had enjoyed it, smiling at himself in the bathroom mirror.
“Why are you smiling?” Will asked with a grimace of annoyance, “You’re hurt. I’ve hurt you. I maimed and poisoned you. There’s nothing cute about it.”
“Stop saying that!” Mike replied, looking at Will in the mirror, “It was amazing. I loved it. Besides, I’m fine with the pain. It will be a reminder that it happened for real.”
Will let go of a sigh and walked toward Mike, biting into his own wrist.
“Here,” he said, offering his wrist to the human, “Drink. That’ll heal the wounds.”
Mike watched the dark blood ooze from Will’s open flesh and brought it to his lips to take a sip. Will kept his eyes on him, ignoring the jolt in his groins as he felt Mike’s tongue play with the wound. He very rarely offered his blood to Mike, for too many reasons.
“Thanks,” Mike said, watching the wound on his shoulder close and feeling the throb in his backside recede.
Will nodded, his own wrist healing instantly too.
“You’re still going to be sick though,” Will warned, “Your body will reject the venom I shot into you when I came.”
“Oh, that was that? The burning sensation that I felt?”
“Yeah…” Will said, blushing from embarrassment, “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to...” He was truly feeling awful.
“Demon cum!” Mike joked, laughing.
Will frowned, “It’s not funny, Mike.”
“No you’re right. It’s not. It’s sexy as fuck.”
Will grimaced again, “You’re hopeless…”
And hopeless, Will soon learned that Mike really was. The venom did make him sick but that didn’t deter him from pestering Will to do it again the weeks that followed. And Will tried, he really did. He tried to give Mike what his boyfriend apparently needed. But no matter what, it never seemed to be enough. Will was never making it right.
They had a fight again and Will left again, finding refuge at the morgue where his friend Dustin Henderson worked as a medical examiner for the police.
He found him bent over a body, a notepad and pen in hand, focused on his examination.
“I wasn’t expecting you,” the human said as a greeting when he saw the vampire from the corner of his eye.
“I needed some air,” Will replied, perching up an empty table.
“What happened to you?” Dustin asked, not looking away from the body he was examining.
“Mike and I had a fight. I gathered that the quiet of the dead would be soothing. More than useless booze anyway.”
“The dead are always soothing,” Dustin agreed, “I prefer them to the living anyway… They’re less difficult to deal with. What happened with Romeo?”
Will shook his head, “If only I knew…”
“That’s gonna be a problem if you don’t,” Dustin noted. He put his notepad on the side and focused his attention on Will, “I’ve got something for you,” he turned around towards the fridges, pulled the handle of one and went to fetch something from inside, “Here. It’s fresh.”
Will blinked at the heart Dustin was handing him. His friend often kept organs for him before they went to waste. It could have been strange but to Dustin and Will, this exchange was natural and had been going on for years. Besides, they all knew what Will was and Dustin worked with corpses all day long.
“Thanks,” Will said, accepting the heart.
“So," Dustin continued, "That fight, what caused it?”
Will unpacked the heart and brought it to his lips, biting into it, “Mike is insane,” he stated, his mouth full.
Dustin chuckled, returning to his examination as he talked, “Is that supposed to be new?”
Will glared at him, “I don’t understand him. He wants something from me but I don’t get what.”
“Erg, relationships… They’re complicated.”
“Especially when you’re dating a crazy human. He’s been so weird lately, Dusty. And when I confronted him about it, I learned stuff that I didn’t expect. It freaked me out a bit to be honest…”
Dustin looked up from the corpse to study Will for a moment with a serious expression, “Is this about Mike’s… special needs?” he suddenly asked.
Will frowned, still munching on his heart, “You know?”
Dustin sighed, “Mike and I had a conversation a few years ago. Since I was dating a demodog too, he wanted to know if I was like him or if he was an anomaly.”
“And?”
“He’s an anomaly,” he answered and Will looked away in defeat, “But that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Have you talked about it?”
“Yeah but it’s not helping. No matter what I do, I’m never doing it right…”
“Did Mike tell you what he wants?”
Will shrugged, “He said stuff… Like, he wants me to be myself… For whatever that means…”
Dustin observed Will again before letting go of his tools to join him on the table. Will bit into the heart again. It was cold but soothed his nerves and calmed the Beast inside.
“From what I understand,” Dustin began slowly, “He wants you to dominate him.”
“But I’ve already fucked him in my Beast form! Twice! What more can I possibly do!”
Dustin blinked, “In your Beast form… You mean, as a… demodog? You fucked Mike as a demodog?”
“Please, don’t judge me…” Will said, mortified with shame.
“I’m not judging! I just didn’t think it was possible, that’s all. Do demodogs even have cocks?”
“Dustin!”
“What? I’m a scientist! It’s for science! Gi never said anything about demodog cocks. I’ll have to ask her. Do you think she has a demodog pussy?”
“Could we focus back on my problem here!”
“Sorry. What were we saying?”
“Mike is crazy.”
“Don’t judge your boyfriend for his kinks. That’s not nice.”
“You know, being gay is already hard. I’m fine with who I am but I could do without the drawbacks of gay sex! I really could. But I love Mike and once you know how it works, it does get easier and you find a pattern. And honestly, it was perfectly fine as it was. But no! I had to get myself the one boyfriend who only wants alien dick!”
“You’re being too hard on yourself, Byers.”
“Am I? I don’t think so. It’s just too weird. Today Mike lost his mind because I asked him if he was ok. I could feel his fear and it got me worried. So I stopped to make sure he was fine and safe. He lost it, saying that I was ruining everything! How am I supposed to react to that?”
“Have you tried setting up some ground rules? Like, you know, in bondage stuff?” Dustin asked, “With a safeword and limits?”
Will shook his head, “He doesn’t want rules. He says rules and safewords kill the spontaneity. He wants it to be real. He doesn’t want me to pretend.”
“I see…”
“I can’t even talk to him without him losing his mind and telling me that I’m too gentle or some shit like that.”
Dustin nodded, “He wants the predator.”
“And I gave it to him! Twice! I went full bestial! But that wasn’t enough. He says I’m not committed, that I fake it.”
“What if you didn’t?” Dustin said.
Will frowned, “What?”
“Mike says he doesn’t like it when you pretend. What if you didn’t pretend? I know you, Byers. I know what a sadistic bastard you can sometimes be. I saw you with Jason. We all did.”
“Jason was an asshole” Will noted in a hard voice, “Mike is the man I love.”
“So? The man you love needs a dose of sadism to be happy. He needs to be dominated and overpowered. Go for it. Test his limits. Take charge.”
“I don’t want to hurt him. Ever.”
“It’s not because you dominate that you need to hurt. You can still dominate, be a bit of a sadist, and still be gentle in the end. The point is not to hurt Mike. Just stay at the border. Find a balance where you can be scary enough for Mike but safe enough for you. Mike doesn’t need to know that. He’s human and you’re the lion. You can easily scare him into submission. You’ll see how he reacts.”
“That’s awfully dangerous,” Will hissed, “Besides, what am I supposed to do? Torture him for two hours and then what? Ask what movie he wants to watch at dinner?”
“Well, yes.”
“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”
“It’s called compartmentalizing.”
“I don’t do that. And I don’t want to do that with Mike. That’s gross.”
“You don’t even want to try? For Mike’s sake?”
“I’ve tried already.”
Dustin licked his lip, “When you did it in your Beast form, did you enjoy it?”
Will swallowed, remembering the indecency of it all, embarrassment coloring his cheeks, “Yes.”
“Did Mike enjoy it?”
Will scoffed, “Oh yes! A little too much!” He vividly thought back of how eager Mike had been the second time Will complied to his request.
“So where’s the problem? If you both like it? Go for it! Take the lead. Mike wants you to anyway.”
Will shook his head. This whole situation was making him terribly uneasy.
Mike hated himself. He was a freak, so much that he managed to scare his vampire boyfriend away with his absurdities. What was wrong with him? No one was like him. Not even Dustin who dated a female Alsharan.
Will still hadn’t returned. He was freaked out and annoyed and Mike understood why. He was lucky enough to have a wonderful boyfriend - the man he had loved ever since they were both kids - someone loving, loyal, gorgeous and kind. But no, Mike could only feel aroused when this gentle person turned to the dark side. Well, not always. It wasn’t completely true. Will as himself was enough to turn him on whenever because he loved him and he was so perfect. But when this perfect creature manhandled him, fucked him hard or drank his blood? That was a one way ticket to Paradise in a split second.
None of this was new.
Even as a teenager when Mike became shamefully aware of his affection for his male friend, those were the fantasies that kept him awake in the dead of the night. Will didn’t even know about Mike’s feelings for him. No matter the years, being dominated by Will had always been Mike’s soft spot, his safe space as weird as it sounded. And when Will agreed to take him in his Beast form… If only Will could have been like this everyday… Those huge cock and tongue? An hentai fantasy come true! Mike had enough hot memories to last him a lifetime.
But he had tried to push Will too hard and now Will was gone again.
What was wrong with him? He didn’t even know what he wanted. Well, he did know but it was difficult to explain. He wanted to belong to Will. He wanted the vampire to own him. But Will didn’t seem to understand. And yes, it was probably sick - very sick - but Mike couldn’t help it. He dreamed of being Will’s prey, of being everything the vampire needed - a source of pleasure, warmth and food. But the only thing he managed to do was push Will away.
He knew this wasn’t uncommon. Some vampires in Will’s coven had human slaves, humans that they used for sex and to feed at any time and the humans always complied happily to serve their master. That’s what Mike wanted with Will. He wanted Will to be his Master but Will couldn’t seem to understand.
A noise suddenly alerted him and put a brutal end to his train of thoughts. His heart quickened. He barely had any time to focus that something bumped hard into him and razor sharp teeth sank into his neck. There was a flash of pain, fire and nothing.
He came back to his senses with a heavy head and body, his back pressed into something soft. Battling his eyes open, he saw the beautiful face of Will just inches from him, in full vampire mod, red eyes, dark veins swelling all over his cheeks, sharp snake fangs visible through his parted lips. They were in their bedroom, on their bed.
Will was smiling tenderly at him, stroking his hair.
“My lover wakes,” he said.
His voice was gentle but there was a strange glint in his eyes, a dangerous aura that set Mike ablaze with a mix of fear and trepidation. He tried to move but his body didn’t cooperate. He was feeling so heavy.
“Shh, shh,” Will cooed, that strange glimmer still dancing in his vermilion eyes.
Mike tried to swallow. Will barely ever used that voice. The few times Mike had heard it was when Will… hunted. His blood raced in his veins.
Will sensed his fear and brought his fingers to his cheek to touch his skin and soothe him “It’s ok, my beautiful love, it’s ok. I’ve used a bit of my venom to immobilize you. Just a tiny little bit. You can still talk but you won’t be able to move. You won’t need to anyway.”
Will brushed his cheekbone with the back of his hand, looking at Mike as if he wanted to kiss him and eat him at the same time. Mike swallowed again, feeling hot all over and completely dazed, his heart ready to explode in his chest.
“I’ve had time to think,” Will continued, still stroking Mike’s face, “And we’re gonna do this my way,” Mike opened his mouth but Will pushed a finger on his lips to silence him, “Let me finish, love. There are three things I need to say before I start toying with you,” he smirked and Mike felt his heart miss a beat, “First, the safeword is peppermint - I don’t care if you think I’m ruining things by playing it safe - the moment you say it, no matter how, no matter when, everything stops. You have my absolute word for that, Micheal. I will never prevent you from speaking or expressing yourself. Second, I promise not to do anything to you that my blood cannot heal and even if things get a little intense,” he smirked again at the word and Mike’s heart missed another beat, “you will never be in actual danger. But I will not fake it. Not this time. You wanted to push my limits, now I'm gonna push yours,” At that, Mike felt faint, “Which brings me to my third point,” Will continued, looking at Mike intently, “I love you. I adore you. No matter what I do or say in the coming hour, never forget that. And it’s because I love you and respect you, that I’m giving you the option to retreat. Say the safeword now, and I’ll heal you immediately and back off. You have my word.”
Mike swallowed, his heart beating in the back of his throat. He was scared, nervous but also terribly excited. Will was trying. Will was trying for real. The gorgeous vampire was radiating dominance and power and Mike felt his dick pop against the fabric of his jeans. Apparently, Will’s venom didn’t prevent him from getting hard.
A minute passed. He remained silent.
“No?” Will pushed, “No safeword?”
Mike shook his head as best as the venom allowed him, challenging him.
The corner of Will’s mouth extended in a dirty grin that held too many promises at once.
“Alright then. But if you change your mind, the safeword still stands till the end,” he said, biting into his bottom lip sadistically, “Anyway, I hope you’re ready.”
Mike inhaled sharply. He’d been ready for a decade.