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in the dimly moonlit room of castle dracula, van helsing and dracula stood, locked in fierce confrontation. dancing shadows slowed for a moment as they circled each other, waiting for the other's next move. in the grasp of the professor's hand, lies a sharp, wooden stake — carefully situated in a way he could swing his arm with ease. that's all he had right now, he wasted most of his stakes, and his crucifix was lost in the maze of the castle. van helsing was trembling from the fear of being consumed by the vampire, and from the anticipation that his plan might just work.
eyes locked on each other, the atmosphere murmured of deep-rooted enmity. dracula bared his fangs to assert power, lowly hissing as he dared closer to the vampire hunter. his talons elongating for the thirst of bloodshed. they were both dangerous to each other, but dracula believed he's got van helsing cornered, he felt he was winning, but so did his nemesis had the same thought. whilst van helsing was overwhelmed by wanting to make his plan succeed, he lately noticed the count evanescing to the shadows.
he constantly shifted his head around the chamber, bringing his weapon closer to him. the drapes were torn down and a few glass pieces were visible, but this was from earlier — the count surely didn't had fled. a left foot of his, stepped backward to the shadow, trapped in the lure. a deathly cold hand emerged from the darkness, unbeknownst to him. it moved like mist for it was light and soft. the hand, slightly vague through the fog it arose from, swiftly made its way to van helsing's nape, securing it in a tight chokehold.
van helsing gasped, dracula materialized behind him then grabbed his other arm. he glared down at the mortal with burning eyes, as if it melted its way into van helsing's skull. the professor shoved the stake behind him, of where he assumed dracula's head was, but unsuccessfully did so as his arm froze exactly when the sharp end softly pressed on the neck. the grip on his nape grew inhumanely stronger, he drew his quivering arm down that made any attempt of force futile.
"i have so many pretty things to show you, dear." dracula whispered as he leaned down slightly to van helsing's neck, fanning the delicate skin with a cold breath.
with van helsing's profound determination, he pulled his body to a gyrate, facing the monster. then, the monster vanished to a thin, white mist before he could stake him to the heart. materializing once again behind him, dracula dragged van helsing's shoulder and crashed his back against the floor. their prolonged battle has been going on for a few hours already, this has been their longest brawl. dracula, of course, has sustained stamina, while van helsing was weakened to a fragile state from fatigue.
dracula situated himself atop van helsing's aching body, slowly leaning down to meet his scowling eyes. his hands slid to the vampire hunter's wrists, weighing it down to restrain him. van helsing abruptly released the stake in his hand as it wriggled for flight.
"you must be so tired, dear, with you still persistent to bring demise upon me." said the cunning vampire to the professor, "give in, my dearest."
"you shall wait, count dracula! i'll cut off your head, and fill your pretty mouth with bulbs of garlic before you'd even know!" van helsing snapped at him, face scrunched up with loathe.
dracula smirked at him, fangs glistened in the dead of night. he'd dare sink his canines into van helsing's carotid, to taste the shameless vanity coursing through his veins. how fascinating this man is. dracula wanted to see how he could drive him to the extreme just to disintegrate the vampire before him, but he had a different plan.
he leaned down to his neck, pressing his lips against the sweaty skin of his nemesis, feeling the quick pulsating veins.
"curious am i, what do you taste like?" dracula murmured to van helsing's neck, his fangs lengthening for the desire of blood but he controlled himself not to consume him yet.
van helsing struggled more to free his hands as he felt the count breathing to his neck. determination was still etched to every part of him, it wasn't the time to be defeated. his eyes darted from object to object to find anything that could be used to turn dracula to ashes. however, there were no signs of silver or sunlight yet, not even sticks to hold into a cross.
dracula pulled back, locking his eyes to van helsing's. one was full of hatred while the other was full of passion. he pressed both of the professor's wrists together, now gripping it with only one of his hand, he forced a great pressure to it. his other hand reached for the stake.
"i shall let you pierce me with your stake, dear, but first," he held the stake up high, "an eye for an eye."
dracula speared the stake in van helsing's palm, compressing it together. van helsing yelped in pain, he jolted forward and clenched his jaw. blood splattered around as a puddle of it spread out; this caught the attention of the vampire that he didn't expect to happen, for he did it in the spark of the moment. blood puddle rippled. control. control.
tumultuous breaths emanated in the chamber from both of them. focus. focus. dracula kept his eyes on van helsing's, trying to form an atmosphere of temptation. look at me. look at me. the professor stared back at him with furrowed brows, never softening even as though he was stepping into a trap of seduction. invite me in as i will return it too, welcome me in to prove my warm affection i always have felt for you. van helsing still stared, his face eased for a bit.
"...no." he muttered.
"yes, you will," said the vampire, "come to me."
dracula softened the captivity of van helsing's bloodied hands, trailing it down to one of his arm, then fully letting it go as he knew those won't go anywhere now. he leaned into his neck, one kiss to seal the hypnosis. the younger man finally swallowed the forbidden fruit, though his stomach tries to hurl it. dracula was also lost in his enemy's unfathomable pull, there was something in his veins that call to him. ravenous lips dotted kisses on his neck, he opened van helsing's shirt collar to reveal some more skin.
kissing and kissing, he stopped his hissing. between his lips, the pulsating blood vessel kissing him back. van helsing's resisting body had come to somewhat a submission. he already felt what it's like being staked, but this time, his bones seemed to have been shattered after dracula seized it. along with the fighting hypnosis, he was forced into relaxation, he didn't want to suppose that he has been defeated, considering his strong will that wanted to counter. agonized hands attempted to move through the trance but gave up.
being forced down to the floor with dracula's weight, van helsing laid still with resemblance to that of a sleep paralysis, only he could watch this vampire tempt him more. his willpower could be his salvation if he tried to release himself from the trap.
dracula, then, straightened his body slightly, still mounting on the vampire hunter, "how foolish of me, for i fell into your scheme." he said.
van helsing furrowed his brows in confusion. dracula continued, "i didn't notice you have another stake with you. i had thought i already got rid of it all."
van helsing gasped in his mind, he realized what his nemesis meant, a product of his magic, the manipulation of his brain; let the blood flow some more. dracula pushed his own hip backward, grinding against van helsing's coerced hot tent. he clenched his jaw at the unwanted touch, though the sensation felt pleasuring — no, this was hypnosis, he thought. dracula manipulated his brain to do this.
"you are fascinating, van helsing." dracula purred, admiring the mortal beneath him, "never have i felt this way. i must confess, we stand on equal grounds."
van helsing never saw dracula the same level as him, he deemed him as lower than a human rather than something of beyond, nevertheless, he was always drawn to him; this monster brought a thrilling aspect to his life. sworn enemies, they gravitate to each other like two polar opposite magnets, but they weren't as much as opposites.
he tried to fight the hypnotism, slightly successful. his lips parted partially, "y-your tricks won't sway me."
dracula chuckled and suddenly smashed their lips together. his large cape, like wings, enfolded their pressing bodies. his tongue slid inside whilst pulling van helsing's face to him. despite the unwanted advance, van helsing couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal, but he keeps on thinking that this was the effect of the hypnosis. dracula didn't influence his brain to do any of that, it was van helsing himself — except for the hard-on.
fangs scraped on the professor's lip. the pleasure, the danger, oh it was everything. the fangs in his mouth was risky, however the danger was voluptuous. now, he let their tongues dance a waltz, impulsively reciprocating. he wanted to move his impaled hands but the more it moves, the more it hurts, so he simply let it rest as it soon becomes numb from the excruciating pain. dracula pulled back from the embrace to look at his distressed eyes.
"thank you for the invitation."
van helsing panted softly, his heart beating rapidly. this was all so wrong, he has to get this vampire thrown across the room, but he wanted more. dracula lifted his own body slightly and unbuttoned van helsing's vest, trousers, and drawers; releasing his throbbing cock from its confinement. he wanted to suck it, blood and semen, have a savour of his bodily fluids. However, he felt in such a hurry.
what if his fluid was laced with holy water, would it burn his insides? he'd love it melting him down, disintegrating him, tearing him apart. he'd wanted to see it to prove his hypothesis.
dracula, mind fogged with deep thirst, ripped his own pants. van helsing watched him with anticipation, he couldn't believe this was happening to him, how'd he became so sinful? no matter the distraction he tries to imagine, he can't stop it now. he felt his own cock twitch, seeing dracula's member springing free — he'd chuckle at the sight of it being definitely larger than his own, if it weren't only for his mind to be mixed with horror and excitement.
van helsing simply observed him since he was restrained with the weapon, the pain, the weakness, and the hypnosis. dracula leaned closer to the other, his forearm to support him against the cold floor while his other hand reached for his own hole. a clawed finger pushed inside, he prepared himself and traced his walls with the sharp nail, drawing lots of blood. shades of dark red tinted his finger, dripping to his knuckle. with a sly grin, he moaned and stared at van helsing.
dracula's hole was oozing with his own blood that didn't seem to come to an end. he lined van helsing's dick on his entrance, then abruptly pushed it into him. both bodies arched in response, both from pain and pleasure. blood wasn't enough for a lube but at least there was something slippery. pain was pleasure for dracula, for how many times his archnemesis stabbed him, and he'd love to feel it again.
van helsing's breath trembled as dracula's blood-soaked insides clenched around him. the roughness brought some tears to his widened eyes, he had to endure it like the rest of their battles. waves of weird pleasure shocked him to the core.
"you're a freak," he grunted, "why are you..."
the vampire buried his face on the hunter's neck which cut his sentence, fangs pierced inside while he rocked his hips. van helsing's body flinched and knees jolted up in the sudden pain. dracula took a little sip from him as he did not intend to leave him as a corpse. he immediately pulled back, leaving the neck bleeding gently. then he licked the roof of his mouth. the blood tasted bitter, it didn't taste good, but it felt good to savour something new.
"you taste so awful, bitter on my tongue."
"bitter? good, let it sting still more!" van helsing retorted.
dracula glowered at him, but his face softened to a quiet laugh, "you're quite something!"
with the taste of van helsing's life on his tongue, he discovered that the professor did like him back, the way he was attracted to him was truly quite something. he never liked him in any romantic way, but in a way he wanted to domesticate the monster — conquer it. he kind of failed to do so since he was now the one beneath, the one being controlled.
dracula stooped downward to meet his eyes for another time. he wanted to keep himself close to him, "i love you so."
van helsing's member was dripping with new blood, layering some dried ones underneath. it throbbed when he heard those intimate words uttered out, not quite sure on how to respond back. maybe he did love him too. maybe his way of loving the vampire was killing it to put his eternal pain to an end, but the love was never appreciated. the same how dracula wants to drink his blood so he could be a part of him, which van helsing never wanted.
it was hard to understand each other, so to relish the moment, van helsing attempted to move his aching hips to the rhythm of dracula's grinding ones above. then he said,
"then take off the stake in my hands."
dracula impulsively obeyed, he pulled out the stake with a swift, painful motion, tossing it away from them. van helsing's palms had a hole in it, he was so glad that the stake was a little thin so it didn't make a large hole. he brought his hands to the side of him, still on the floor. it bled and ached some more. then he gripped on dracula's hip, forcing it up and down.
how it hurt for van helsing, but pain is pleasure. dracula gasped, his eyes rolling back slightly. he moaned as he arched his back against van helsing's grip.
"helsing-" he panted, cock dripping with lust.
dracula trembled with the rough sensation. he wanted to cry of laughter for the way their battle turned out. his pallor face reddened for a bit, and his fangs were bared. he looked so majestic as he was atop van helsing, with that large cape all over him, like a brutal voivode stepping on his enemies.
van helsing's bleeding hand crept up to dracula's waist. then with unrelenting strength, he shoved dracula against the floor. his own body ached, finally stretching out from the restriction that had felt like centuries. the hypnosis worn down, he was back to his senses, back to destroying this vampire. dracula grinned with blood stained teeth, red velvet lines his lips. he snickered with smiling eyes.
dracula wrapped his legs around van helsing's hips, then his hand behind his nape to lock their bodies to one another, nevermore releasing him to the embrace. van helsing pressed his burning palms against the floor, aggressively stabbing the vampire with his warm stake. he pounded to his prostate, it was the only thing that remained human to dracula, the sensation of sex. the vampire grew more sensitive with his tumultuous moans. their lips came to contact, the red tint smeared on their faces.
van helsing sensed a familiar, bubbly heat in his stomach. he picked up his pace, one hand enveloping dracula's dick. dracula broke the kiss with a saliva connecting their blood red lips, traced it with his tongue. he whimpered at the multiple stimuli spanning his body, of agony and bliss. the professor wanted to confess that he wants him even more. a very faint light flooded above them.
as he continued, dracula arched his body slightly off the floor. the position hurt their bodies against the hard surface, it could've been a bed — a fine and thin sheet to put them to a snuggle.
"i... i have grown sentimental for you, count dracula," professor van helsing uttered truth, "we are deeper than enmity."
"...i know." dracula said.
whilst they approached their needy release, they buried themselves in another loathsome kiss. dracula came on his stomach, the pumping of his slick member gradually slowed down. van helsing's seed spilled deep inside him, conquering him as his own, he didn't pull out just yet. they exchanged grunts in their wet mouths, then breaking it immediately again. he retracted his now soft, bloody dick with an unpleasant pop, the entrance dripped with semen mixed with blood. no, it wasn't laced with holy water.
the shadow faded in them, van helsing could see perfectly how handsome, how dashing count dracula is. such a beautiful face, a prince beneath him, covered in bodily fluids of intimacy and violence. no wonder he falls to everyone's gaze, delicious meals served to him. their chests rose and fell with heavy sighs. too focused on each other's desire to remember the drapes that had been torn down initially in their fight.
"i win, dracula." van helsing reckoned.
"we're not done yet, van helsing. come over here." dracula commanded as he leaned up, pulling van helsing's collar.
the professor smirked and allowed him to bite into his neck again, this time, blissfully painful. bitter blood flowed through dracula's arteries and buds, it was a disgusting flavor but the texture was extremely intoxicating. they squeezed their eyes together, as if kissing. oh, how they needed each other so badly, to kill and fuck endlessly.
as the sunlight fully seeped in the chamber, it began to burn dracula, red patches upon his pallor skin. he couldn't let van helsing run away, he was all to him, he belongs to him, he was nothing without him. his sharp fangs pierced in deeper, his nemesis becoming a part of him. deadly talons pricked inwards the professor's clothed arms, like bounded by thistle stems. dracula tasted something at the back of his throat, he understood it now. nevermore will he be released to the embrace.
van helsing wrapped his arms over dracula's body as his large, black cape enfolded them together as one; stretching his neck to be consumed. he weakly pulled themselves to the radiant light so the vampire could experience the sun's stinging kiss even further. he'll bring this monstrosity to the fires of hell with him for he always dragged the other in his treacherous bloodsucking bender.
bodies entangled under the sun, smoke was suffocating their noses. van helsing's tongue was shaking — aching to say something. he was growing weaker. he was finding a way to say 'i hate you', or maybe... finally, an 'i love you'. but dracula's grip faltered, succumbing to the lesion. he's too tired.
the teeth from out his skin that went pallid, lifted. van helsing was blanketed with the unoccupied cloak, then he lies upon the floor of gray ashes. dying together as adversaries, so that they could live together beyond death.