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In My Blood

Count Dracula couldn't even remember the last time he had taken blood from a human. It had been decades, probably since the 1940s when finding lost humans on the outskirts of the haunted forest had become much more difficult and he had realized that if he, his young daughter Mavis, and any other vampires who were in hiding were to survive, a substitute would have to be available. 

With some ingenuity and teamwork from other blood-drinkers, they had created a substitute for human blood using the blood of several animals instead. In the 1970s, during the health craze, they had touted it to be much healthier and less fattening than mortal blood and soon there were several varieties available for the discerning vampire. The need for human contact had been eradicated.

That being said, Dracula still craved the real thing quite often, especially around full moons. He had been raised on it, after all. He had tasted it in his mother's milk and could remember training to sneak up on unsuspecting victims, learning the hard way not to drain a human to the point of death if you had no intention of changing them. 

It was in his blood, if you would kindly excuse the pun. 

As the hotel had been a human-free location since it was built, the temptation had been very low and he could keep the hunger at a very base level. He lived quite happily on the substitute and was content with that.

And then Jonathan had come, changed how monsters saw humans, and now humans periodically stayed at the newly more inclusive Hotel Transylvania.

Which meant that his cravings were absolute hell, thank you very much.

When that blood lust would hit, Drac locked himself away in his coffin in his room and stayed there until the thirst abated. Sometimes it lasted a couple of days, sometimes a week (usually in October due to the spooky nature of the month). Either way, he hated it.

He had to avoid his mortal patrons and that was bad enough, as he truly enjoyed getting to know them and learning about the more modern human world. It was always entertaining and enlightening.

However, the one person in particular that he had to avoid was Johnny. The blood of his son-in-law was the most tempting, luscious-scented ichor he had ever had the pleasure of inhaling and it was far too enticing to the vampire.

Dracula always knew when the blood lust was going to strike him by his reaction to Johnny standing close to him. Usually the night before, he could smell it much more strongly than usual, his mouth beginning to water and his stomach squeezing painfully in hunger, and would move away to stand anywhere but next to the red-head. It was usually manageable then but he daren't allow himself too much exposure even when the hunger wasn't overwhelming. If he got that scent caught in his olfactory senses, he wouldn't be able to control himself when it was bad and he knew he would search Johnny out to have his blood. That just wouldn't do.

He was keenly aware that it hurt the younger man's feelings when he moved away, but he was loath to tell him why. It was humiliating that his daughter's husband tempted him so very much. He was Count Dracula; he should be able to control himself.

So he bore the knowledge alone, hating the sad expression on Johnny's face every single time, locked in his coffin while the cravings raged through him like an addict experiencing withdrawal. And maybe in some ways, he was just that; an addict to a drug he had never tasted and that was the worst kind.

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Johnny really hated being the only human in a family of vampires and monsters. Sometimes he felt completely out of the circle and out of his element. As much as he loved the hotel and the patrons and his family, he also felt completely alone.

He was currently laying on the roof of the hotel, under a light drizzle that felt good after the rather hot day they'd had. He enjoyed this kind of weather sometimes; it was nice to have cool, drizzly evenings, the clouds dark and heavy. He usually slept very well on nights like this.

Well… before he married a vampire and started living strange hours. 

He'd been in a bit of a funk all day and had had a hard time sleeping, even with the curtains blacking out everything and the AC running. It had started last night, when he had approached Drac to ask him a question and the older man seemed to want nothing to do with him.

He had acted distractedly, closed off. When the red-head had reached out to touch his father-in-law's arm, Drac had all but flinched away and seemed to transport across the room without taking a step. Within a minute or two, he had completely vacated his presence and had closed himself up in his room. 

Though this wasn't the first time he had done this, it had really hurt more than usual and he wasn't exactly sure why.

He thought they'd gotten over a lot of their troubles with Dracula trusting him. They had a great relationship, but this happened every now and then and it just upset the younger man.

He had thought about talking to Mavis about it, but he really didn't want her flying off the handle at her father like she typically did when it seemed that Dracula was mistreating him in some way. Johnny hated seeing the kind of broken expression the older vampire would get when Mavis yelled at him. His daughter was his life and the human knew that Dracula hated making her mad.

And so Johnny didn't know what to do exactly. If he brought it up to the other monsters (Frank, Wayne, Murray, or Griffin), one of them was bound to blab to Drac and he didn't particularly want the vampire to hear his concerns from a third party. Or at all, really.    

He just wished he knew why Dracula's inattention depressed him so much. Even when Mavis wasn't talking to him if they fought, it didn't bother him nearly as badly. Dracula held some kind of strange power on him and it made no sense.

Count Dracula could make his heart ache more than any other.

Johnny rubbed his eyes as the telltale prickle of unshed tears presented itself, grateful that he'd taken out his contacts earlier in the evening. He hated crying with them in; they slid around a bit and made them hurt. He didn't need them much when he wasn't reading and, since taking up permanent residence at the hotel, he no longer had to read maps and signs. So he'd been wearing them less and less.

There was a sound off to his right, altering his attention. He looked over and was a little surprised to see Drac standing frozen at the top of the roof. He looked like he hadn't wanted to be seen and Johnny could already see the same signs that he was ready to bolt once again, just to get away.

"Oh, Jonathan…. I did not realize you were up here. I didn't mean to bother you. I will just–..."

The impending rejection spurred the red-head into movement and he stood. His heart was twisting painfully and he wrapped his arms around himself in a protective manner.

"No, it's fine. I'll go back inside. You can have it, it's your roof after all," Johnny replied, trying to keep his emotions in check.

Dracula flinched at the tone of Johnny's voice, hearing the pain in it. He really hated being the cause of it.

He'd come up here to get some fresh air, going a little stir-crazy in his room. His thirst was very strong and he had thought the roof would be a safe place to try and pull himself together. He hadn't thought that his son-in-law might be up here though, in hindsight, he probably should have realized it was a possibility. Between him, Johnny, and Mavis, it was a commonly used thinking spot.

"No, no… You don't have to leave, Johnny. I do not wish to run you off. I can go somewhere else."

The vampire took a half step back as he spoke, Johnny's scent getting stronger as he approached the smoke stack that led down into the hotel. Drac had tried to hide behind it when he had realized that the human was up there, but hadn't made it far. Now, that delicious scent was getting far too close and, despite not wanting to hurt the younger man anymore, he just wanted to flee. He was caught between a rock and a hard place.

Johnny stopped a few paces away from his father-in-law, a war of emotions on his face. He could almost feel how much Drac wanted to get away from him and he looked away.

"No, you stay. I'll go. The roof is big enough for both of us, but I know when I'm not wanted. I'm not stupid, I can take the hint. I'll just go back to my room and stay there so don't worry. You don't have to pretend to like me anymore."

The bitterness and pain in his voice was almost tangible and Dracula's heart clenched. Of course he'd known that this was hurting Johnny's feelings, but he didn't realize it had put the young man in the same mind frame he had been in before the transformation debacle. That same mind frame that had caused him to almost become a mindless, violent monster, all because he had thought Drac didn't care about him or think of him as family. 

He now knew he really should have discussed things with the young man. 

"Jonathan… I do like you. I love you. I told you that and I meant it…" he said softly, fighting with himself to stay still despite how that scent was causing his stomach to cramp with hunger and his heart to race a little.

"Yeah right. Then why don't you want to be around me? Why are you avoiding me like I've got the plague or something?" Johnny looked up into Drac's blue eyes with his, the confusion and heartache painfully obvious in their honey-brown depths. "Why does it seem like I'm the last person you want to be around, Drac?"

The vampire sighed, closing his eyes for a second before answering him. "It's… complicated. You've done nothing wrong and I do usually enjoy being around you and spending time with you. I trust you with my life and I mean that. You kept me safe in South America when I was human and vulnerable. But right now, I just cannot be around you. It's nothing you've done and I hope that you will be patient with me."

Despite the gentle tone, Johnny wasn't satisfied with that reply. "That's convenient. It's complicated? Yeah okay. Let's face it; you never really wanted me here or to marry your daughter. You only came after me because Mavis was mad at you and you couldn't stand it!"

By now, he'd lost the fight with his emotions, hot and angry tears beginning to fall. His arms had dropped to his sides, his hands in fists. He was quite visibly shaking, his lips in a tight line.

Dracula had never seen the young man like this. Not as a human anyway. He usually didn't let much bother him and always seemed to have a sunny smile, especially for the vampire.

Seeing him like this was almost too much to bear.

"That's not true, Johnny! I came after you because I knew you were a good person and a kind young man with a big heart! I approved of the marriage because I saw how much you loved Mavis! I truly do enjoy being with you, why can't you see that?!" Dracula exclaimed softly, ardently trying to put his emotion into it despite how much he wanted to get away from Johnny's intoxicating scent. This was too important.

"Because you always seem to push me away! Drac, you didn't want to give me any control over the hotel or to have a hand in anything that involves my home and family. Between you and Mavis, the only choice I get to make is what I'm eating for every meal! I wish you knew exactly how much you mean to me and then maybe you'd finally get it!"

They stared at one another for a very long moment, emotions running high on both sides. Johnny's chest heaved as he took in several deep breaths, while Drac stood stock still. 

Thunder rumbled overhead as the drizzle became a rain storm, heavy droplets of rainwater beginning to fall from the night sky. The sound of the rain hitting the roof tiles drowned out anything else as the two figures stood motionless in the downpour.

Finally Johnny reached up, slicking back his unruly red hair as the rain soaked it. He began to walk towards Dracula, a blank expression on his face.

"Please move, I'm going inside. The roof's all yours," he said shortly.

Dracula didn't budge. "I'm not going to leave it like this, Jonathan. I'm not letting you leave thinking so poorly of me!"

"Move, Dracula. I'm done talking."

When the vampire refused once again, the human reached out to (futily) attempt to push the older man aside. His fingers came in contact with the skin of Drac's right hand and it was like an implosion. 

Dracula's pupils dilated, the irises turning scarlet in color. His fangs elongated and a feral sound left his throat. The hunger he felt swelled into something akin to starvation and lust and the strongest desire to simply take , damn the consequences. He looked exceptionally dangerous in the rain, his eyes glowing scarlet in the darkness.  

The sudden transformation startled Johnny, who attempted to step back without tripping over his own feet. Before he could get far, the vampire's hands shot out to grasp him by the upper arms. He pulled him close and he grasped the back of Johnny's hair with clawed fingers, tipping his head back so they were eye-to-eye.

"Do you really wish to know why I can't stand to be around you during certain times? Do you wish to know why the very thought of being in your presence causes me such distress?" His voice was deeper, almost a growl and infinitely predatory.

For the first time since they had met ten years ago and he had discovered the reality of monsters and the existence of Count Dracula, Johnny feared for his life.

"Dr-Drac… What–?"

With his free hand, the vampire ripped the collar of the red-head's shirt open, exposing the smooth and unblemished skin of his neck. He could see the arteries pulsing under his flesh, smell the sanguine fluid coursing from his heart through his body, hear the hard, fast pounding of his heart as it raced in fear and excitement. He pressed his nose to the main artery, inhaling deeply and finally allowing himself to savor the scent.

Johnny shook uncontrollably when he felt his nose and mouth press against him, when Drac's strong arm returned to loop around his waist and pull him into his chest. His heart was hammering against his ribs hard enough that it almost hurt.

"Your scent is like the ambrosia of the gods, Jonathan. You have no idea how long or how much I've wanted your blood, wanted to drink from you. You've driven me wild with want, scumpul meu (my precious). You think I don't want you, but in truth, I want you more than I have ever wanted anything else."

"Oh God…" Johnny swallowed hard, closing his eyes tight against the wave of warmth that washed over him. "Drac, please…"

If asked at any other time, Jonathan Loughran would have gladly admitted to wondering what it might be like to be bitten by a vampire. He could remember watching vampire films as a kid and thinking it would be pretty awesome. He had watched "Dracula" with Bela Lugosi and had thought of the character as sensual and romantic (he had even thought he wouldn't have minded being bitten by him and he really wasn't into men). It had always been kind of a pleasing thought.

Now, met with the reality of Count Dracula wanting his blood, murmuring those things against his flesh, he felt hot all over despite the cooling rain and was unsteady on his feet. It was a much headier, wanton feeling than he had ever imagined it could be. He reached out, grasping Dracula by the back of his cape in order to stay upright.

"Drac…!" 

"Hush now. There will be time to talk later… For now, trust in me," Dracula soothed, his voice low in his throat.

The vampire, despite knowing that this was ultimately a very bad idea, no longer could fight himself. He was too close and too hungry and Johnny's doubts spurred him to show him just how much he was truly wanted. By combining his power and his voice, he calmed and soothed the young man.

Johnny felt a serenity wash over him that he knew wasn't his own. It didn't stop his racing heart, but it did make him untense and he went lax in the vampire's arms.

When he felt the younger man give in to him, Dracula smiled against his skin. He pressed several small kisses along the carotid artery, up to his ear. He gently kissed his earlobe before saying,

"Tonight you are mine . All mine . And I shall never let another take your blood, not even Mavis… I've waited too long to claim you to ever give you up… That is how much I want you."

With those words, and before Johnny could even think to reply in his haze he was currently in, Count Dracula opened his mouth and leaned in, sinking his sharp fangs deep into his son-in-law's artery.

Johnny gasped loudly at the initial bite, the pain of his flesh being pierced almost pulling him from his serene state. His back arched and he clung tighter to the vampire, closing his eyes as he was claimed. After a moment or so, the pain was replaced with a pleasure that was different than anything he'd ever felt. It was a deep feeling, as though the vampire was pulling it from his very soul and he quite liked it.

Dracula, on the other hand, was in ecstacy. From the moment that Johnny's hot, viscous blood spurted from the vein and hit the back of his throat, it was like coming home. The taste was even more exquisite than the smell and it filled a void inside of him. 

He drank deeply, pulling mouthful after mouthful from the sweet young man. The moans and soft sighs coming from Johnny were pleasant on the ears and he longed to keep hearing them.

The red-head felt a stirring in him, a sexual response to the vampire's feasting upon him. He didn't get hard, but he felt the same sort of building of pressure within himself as though he were being intimate with a lover. It built fast and intensely as his blood was taken from him; he felt each pull like the thrust of hips, a mimicry of the act he had never shared with another man. 

He found he only ever wanted to share this feeling with one man, whether it was like this or in the more traditionally human sense. That man would only ever be Dracula.

As the vampire continued to suckle at the wound, lapping it up with a hot, hungry tongue, he used this newfound connection to access Johnny's thoughts. He wanted to know what he was feeling, what his mind was processing at this very moment.

He was surprised by what he found there.

Johnny was having some rather… sensual visions in his mind's eye; visions of the two of them in several passionate positions, all with Dracula claiming and dominating him. There were some that were fairly innocent, just hungry kisses and touches in the shadows. And then there were a couple that were much more involved and dark, Johnny chained up and taking the vampire's member inside himself or pushed face first into a mattress with Dracula riding him hard and fast. The one that caught the older man's attention, however, was one that seemed to be set right where they were; on the roof in the rain, Johnny bent over the chimney with the vampire driving into him from behind while continuing to drink from him. 

It caused a swell of fierce arousal in the vampire and he snarled, pulling his mouth from the wound.

Johnny was clinging to him, his legs not wanting to support him due to the blood loss. His skin was paler and his grip weaker, but when he opened his eyes, they were dilated and full of desire. He licked his lips and swallowed hard, attempting to stand on tiptoe to keep as close to him as possible.

"D-don't stop, please…It feels so good," he whispered, locking eyes with the vampire. "You make me feel so good…"

Dracula captured Johnny's mouth with his own, delivering a heady kiss that tasted a bit like iron but surprisingly didn't bother the human at all. He moaned into Drac's mouth, slipping his arms around the taller man's neck, enjoying the liplock. The rain made their lips slide together wetly as Dracula twisted his long fingers in Johnny's hair. 

When they broke, Drac cupped Johnny's chin. "I saw what you were envisioning, naughty boy… You have quite the vivid imagination," he told him lowly, stroking his thumb across Johnny's bottom lip.

Johnny blushed a little, looking down. He hadn't meant for the vampire to know any of that, but he should have realized that it was a possibility. He'd read somewhere that vampires could read and control thoughts and Drac was the strongest vampire in the world. It only made sense.

"I'm so sorry. It just felt so good and I was feeling really turned on and–..."

Drac pressed a finger to the human's lips, causing him to stop talking and look up at him. "Do not apologize, Jonathan. I never said I had issues with it. In fact… it turned me on as well."

The vampire slid his right hand down, under the waistband of Johnny's shorts and along the seam line of his underwear, moving to cup his clothed length. He palmed it carefully though firmly and Johnny let out a sort of strangled moan that went straight to Drac's libido. He leaned in, tonguing the lightly oozing bite as he did so. 

"Ah~! Oh God, Drac…!" Johnny kissed the vampire's temple, grateful for the solidity of the older man's frame keeping him from sliding to his knees. "Please, more…!"

The request fell on very appreciative ears. After witnessing Johnny's thoughts, he desperately wanted to claim the young man, impaling his tight, hot hole on the vampire's thick phallus and his acquiescence spurred him forward.

He whipped his cape off, letting it fall flat on the slanted roof, ripping away what was left of the ruined shirt. Drac turned the young man around, so he wasn't facing him. Johnny made a noise that sounded like confusion and the vampire was quick to set his plan in action.

"Get down on your knees on my cape, Jonathan," he commanded firmly, giving him a small push between the shoulder blades to put him in action.

Johnny, despite being a little off-balance, managed to slowly drop to his knees without too much issue. He turned his head to look behind him, eager to see what was going to happen.

"Like this?" he asked once he'd caught the vampire's eye.

"Perfect."

Dracula moved up behind him, undoing the button and zipper on his trousers, reaching in to pull his length from the confines of the garment. It was already partially erect, almost seven inches in length and quite thick in circumference. He stroked his own fingers along the vein on the side a couple of times, feeling it harden a bit more.

Johnny's eyes darkened with desire as he watched the older man. True, he'd never been penetrated before, but when it was this man preparing to claim him, it just made him feel heated all the way through. He really wanted this.

The vampire knelt down behind the slender human, running a hand along his spine and cupping one firm buttock through his shorts. With his other hand, he reached around and undid the fastenings of the khakis before pulling them and his briefs down over his backside. This exposed the supple, creamy flesh to the vampire, who let out an appreciative, feral growl. 

"Gorgeous. Absolutely breathtaking," he murmured, scraping his nails lightly over the unblemished surface. " Abia aștept să te fut, tu băiat frumos (I can't wait to fuck you, you beautiful boy)…" 

Even though Johnny didn't generally speak Romanian, it was like it translated in his head and he shivered. "Dracula… I want you to. I want it so much. Please… fuck me until I can't stand on my own. Fuck me until I'm screaming your name," he groaned out, reaching to touch his newly exposed cock, finding that he, too, was getting hard.

The words, vulgar and full of pleading, drove the vampire wild. He slipped his hand downward, along the cleft of Johnny's ass, pausing when he came to the tightly puckered little ring of muscle that was the entrance into his body. The pad of his index finger gently probed at it, using it to see how relaxed he was. 

At first, the long digit didn't want to push through, but it finally did after a few seconds of patient pressing. Johnny was quite heated on the inside and Drac found he couldn't wait to feel that with a more sensitive length. But he also knew he needed to prepare the young human or it would hurt and that was the last thing the vampire wanted to do. No matter how crazed he was to copulate with Johnny, he never wanted to tear him or hurt him in such a fashion. He wanted them both to enjoy this act.

Johnny shivered at the feeling of Drac's finger inside of him. It felt different, though not unpleasant and he mewled softly when the vampire hooked his nail up against the tight little cluster of nerves that was his prostate.

"Oooh…," he said slowly. "That… that feels good."

Dracula hummed softly. "It's supposed to…"

The vampire then did something that shocked Johnny, something he'd never imagined in a million years. The vampire ducked his head down and passed the hot, wet flat of his tongue over the tight hole, poking the tip inside.

The red-head jolted a little. "Gah! Drac, no… That's gross…!"

The vampire chuckled. "You're clean. Mavis told me how clean you are and how thoroughly you wash. Since you became a permanent resident here, you've always smelled fresh and like soap. I'm not worried, Jonathan."

Johnny blushed upon finding this out. He hadn't thought his wife would ever share his hygiene habits with her father. It was true that he was very clean now that he no longer traveled. He was very thorough. Very .

And he had showered when he'd gotten out of bed that evening so he was even freshly clean at that moment. And so he tried to relax, taking a very deep breath to loosen his muscles.

"Yeah, okay… It's just kind of weird," he replied, leaning down on his elbows.

"You taste wonderful to me, my sweet."

Drac pressed his tongue back inside, slipping it as far in as possible, licking and laving at the inner walls. He suckled at the skin, causing suction and friction and he felt the muscles flutter around his tongue.

Johnny moaned quietly, surprised that it actually felt pretty great. The alternation between suckling, licking, and nibbling was starting to drive him out of his mind. He laid his forehead on his right arm, starting to pant hotly, feeling his nipples and cock harden from the stimulation.

" God , Drac! Where did you learn how to do that?!" Johnny gasped out, clenching his fists as a wave of intense pleasure swept over him. It wasn't orgasm, but it still left him just as breathless.

Dracula didn't answer him for a bit, simply delving his tongue in and out again and again. After a second, he pulled his mouth away, slipping two fingers into the wet cavern, slicked by his saliva and loosened from his positive attention. He stretched and scissored the opening, glad to see that Johnny was accepting this and even seemed to be enjoying it quite a lot.

"I have had male lovers in the past… Before Martha, especially. One thing about being a vampire is that we're not usually as picky about our partners, nor  do we live under the labels mortals use. Blood is blood and sex is sex. Vampires are usually open to anyone who catches their attention. Just as you've caught mine, Jonathan. I'd feel the same if you were a female as long as it was still you," he told the red-head, kissing along Johnny's spine lovingly, pushing his fingers in deeply and holding them against his prostate for a few seconds.

The constant pressure in that spot was making Johnny see white with the pleasure it was giving him. He mewled quietly, pressing back to try to get even more of it. He shuddered when he felt Dracula's tongue return to his opening, coating it in even more saliva, the tip prodding against the nerves inside.  

It only took a few more minutes for tongue and fingers to spread him open and prepare him for something more. Johnny was already a moaning, gasping mess, his skin quite heated and flushed. He fervently wanted so much more, something that would bring them even closer.

He desperately wanted Count Dracula to fuck him until he couldn't walk.

This thought was not lost on the vampire, who still maintained the mental link with the young man. Dracula grinned to himself at how Johnny's inner voice pleaded and begged for more when his real voice couldn't do more than whimper. It made him feel very powerful and he delighted in it. 

He straightened up, pressing a last kiss to the small of Johnny's back. "Are you ready for me, beautiful? I'm ready for you ."

He really was. He was rock hard and dripping precum onto his cape (he'd have to wash it before putting it back on), his length already anticipating this. He knew that Johnny was going to feel incredible, especially since he was a virgin in this department. That tight orifice had never been breached by another man before; he was going to be the first to lay claim to this particular place and take that virginity.

Johnny nodded eagerly, managing out a choked, "Y-yes! God, yes…!"

The rain was doing nothing to cool Johnny's desire. He had never felt this fiery need or want for sex, not even with Mavis. His cock was so hard that it hurt and he felt like, if he didn't get some release soon, he was going to explode. 

Dracula wasn't going to let that happen. Not without him participating, anyway 

He moved up behind Johnny, letting some of his saliva drip into his fingers so he could coat his member liberally. As he lined up the head with the human's opening, he purred out,

"Take a deep breath, dulce meu (my sweet) and stay relaxed. I don't want to hurt you."

Johnny made a noise of assent, spreading his thighs a bit wider and breathing in deeply. He stayed leaned on his arms, knowing that this position kept him more open.

Drac placed a hand on Johnny's left hip, his other hand holding his cock as he pushed the head through the barely resisting ring of muscle. He was encased in molten heat as he continued to press into Johnny, a guttural moan leaving his throat. It felt so damn amazing and he reveled in it. 

Meanwhile, Johnny was feeling quite similarly. As the vampire had pushed into him, he'd let out a keening mewl that echoed in the rainy air. Each incredible inch of that hard length entered him, stretching him out and filling him up. When Drac bottomed out, his balls pressed flush to Johnny's ass,the human let out a shuddery breath.

"Fuck, baby…! Oh fucking hell…!" he groaned, feeling his legs tremble with how good it felt.

The vampire draped himself over Johnny's back, the soft material of his shirt adding a bit of contrast in sensations. He kissed the back of the red-head's neck, nuzzling the place between neck and shoulder as he stayed perfectly still so the both of them could get used to the new feeling of being connected so intimately. He wrapped an arm around Johnny's chest.

"You feel incredible, darling… So hot and tight. Like nothing I've ever felt before," Drac told him, his accent thicker than normal and gravelly with carnality.

Johnny reached back to cup the back of the vampire's head, turning his face so that their lips could meet once again. They kissed deeply, the liplock almost electrified by the lustfulness between them. The rain soaked them both, making the kiss even wetter, the slick, sloppy sounds almost lewd. 

As they shared the passionate kiss, Dracula began to move, first pulling out until just the tip was inside and then shoving back in in one fluid movement, causing Johnny to cry out into the vampire's mouth. Drac held him tighter as he did it again, swallowing each beautiful sound that issued from the young man's throat.

Johnny felt each thrust into him. It felt so good, so amazing, to be claimed by the older man in this way. Count Dracula could literally have anyone in the world that he wanted, but he wanted him, wanted to make love to him . Wanted his blood and his body; it was quite an ego boost and very, very flattering. Little old Johnny Loughran had caught the attention of the most sensual being in the whole world.

Dracula built a steady rhythm with Johnny, who pushed back when the vampire pushed forward. They moved together as one, both reveling in how incredible it all was. Drac splayed his large hand over Johnny's solar plexus, feeling the taut muscle under his fingers flex and flutter as they moved. The rain fell between them, making their movements more fluid; their heated flesh smacked together and it echoed through the stormy air.

They broke their kiss, though the didn't pull their faces away, touching noses and sharing panting breaths. They touched lips here and there as they mated, lost in one another.

Johnny touched the arm around his chest, sliding his hand along Drac's strong forearm and twining their fingers together. The vampire made a very pleased sound, squeezing the human's hand as he began to move faster and deeper,pushing into his prostate several times in succession, letting up after a few seconds.

"NnngggghhhhohGodDrac….!" Johnny moaned into the older man's mouth. "Please don't stop… So so good…!"

Dracula hummed against the red-head's lips, touching his forehead to Johnny's. He pushed hard and fast, feeling the pressure in his groin that signaled it wouldn't be too much longer. It felt better than anything in his recent memory had; even during the best parts of his ill-fated relationship with Ericka (their zing had faded some time ago), sex hadn't been this intense. Something about Johnny turned him on and stoked a flame inside of him akin to wildfire.

In a quick and effortless maneuver that startled Johnny (who hadn't been expecting it), he turned them so that he was on his back with Johnny atop him, their bodies still connected.

*Drac…?" Johnny queried, glancing down at the other man.

The vampire ran his palms up Johnny's hips and sides, skimming his fingertips along his ribcage. Johnny shivered under the gentle ministrations, biting his lower lip gently.

"Lay back, my beauty. We're just trying a change of position," he purred quietly, opening his arms to welcome his lover against him.

Johnny acquiesced, laying back so that his back was against Dracula's chest. The vampire hooked his hands under Johnny's knees and he pulled them up until the red-head's feet were flat on Drac's upper thighs. This exposed their joined lower halves, Drac's thick phallus buried in Johnny's welcoming orifice, to the night air. Had this been a pornographic video or image, it would have been a money shot. Johnny desperately wished that Drac could be recorded for this; he'd watch it over and over and never tire if it. 

Holding onto Johnny's thighs, Dracula began his assault anew, pushing up into Johnny at a fast, bruising pace. He found this position even more stimulating and he enjoyed the way gravity pulled his lover down against him heavily, slamming that hard length home over and over.  

Johnny cried out, his head falling back over Drac's shoulder as he was awash with rapture. He turned his face into the vampire's neck, burying his nose in his heated flesh. He reached down with one hand, stroking his fingers over his own cock, smearing the leaking precum across the head.

Without moving his own hands, Drac used his magic to bring that hand to his mouth, licking Johnny's essence away from the fingers. He growled at the taste, sucking it all off and craving even more.

"Everything that comes from you tastes exquisite, my love… your blood, your seed. I could feast from you and be completely sated," he said hungrily, his eyes flashing red.

"Dracula… You're driving me wild…! I've never been so appreciated like this…" Johnny whimpered, pressing fevered kisses to Drac's neck and the underside of his chin. "Why couldn't I have zinged with you?"

Dracula kissed him sweetly. "Just because we didn't zing, it doesn't mean we can't love each other, dragul meu (my sweetheart). I love you so much. I love everything about you."

Johnny smiled against his mouth and nuzzled him. "I love you too, Drac… I've loved you for so long…"

Dracula had slowed his hips while they had this moment, pressing into him at a more leisurely pace. He knew that Johnny needed to hear this, knew he needed to know just what he meant to the vampire. And Drac didn't plan to hold anything back from him.

"I've wanted your blood since we first met. I could smell it even above your body odor and the monsters in the hotel. That's what drew my eyes to you. I watched you walk through those revolving doors and I instantly caught your aroma. Because I wasn't in blood lust, it was easy to handle. After you started showering regularly and staying here, I caught it even more strongly. The first time that the blood lust struck after you came here… I thought I was going to die with how much I wanted you. The only way to control it was to avoid you and lock myself away."

Johnny gazed up into Drac's eyes, taking in this information and feeling somewhat ashamed of his earlier outburst.  He touched the vampire's face gently.

"And here I thought you hated me and wanted nothing to do with me…" he said slowly.

"When that was the farthest from the truth. I will always want you, my love," Drac told him, leaning into the human's touch and purring softly.

The red-headed human closed his eyes, letting that sink in. It made him feel so warm and loved and wanted. And because it came from Count Dracula, it meant so much more. 

"I love you too. God knows I do. Sometimes I think I love you more than I love Mavis and that's saying something because she means so much to me…" He opened his eyes, warm and honey-brown. "I want to belong to you, baby. Finish claiming me, please…"

And the vampire was more than happy to do so. He began to move quickly once again, pushing deep and powerfully into the young man's body. He lifted Johnny's legs so they were in the air and slammed into him again and again.

Johnny's eyes rolled back in his head as he was inundated with want and pleasure. His moans and cries filled the space around them and echoed in the night air. The human was almost sobbing with how good it was, one hand on his prick and the other pinching and tweaking a hard nipple. The forceful thrusts were without pause and steady and the head of Drac's cock struck his prostate repeatedly, causing his toes to curl.

"Ah! Yes, Drac! Oh FUCK !" he yelled out, losing himself in it, fervently wanting orgasm and wanting to feel the vampire cum as well. "Moremoremore– OH GOD !!!"

Dracula had bitten down into the wound he had made before, reopening the fang marks and taking in the sweet, scarlet elixir of life that flowed through his human lover. It gushed into his mouth, heightening his own pleasure and driving him wild with a feral, sexual need. He'd never felt so animalistic and he really got the feeling that Johnny was loving it as much as he was. 

The human really was sobbing now, but it was because he felt so incredible. The bite had added to everything and he was far gone in his ecstasy. The constant entering of Drac's cock into his body was overstimulating him and he loved every damn second of it. 

Dracula reached up with a hand, wrapping his long fingers around Johnny's throat and squeezing as he drank. Though it had slightly cut off Johnny's air supply (or perhaps because of that fact), it was the catalyst that finally drove him over the edge and into the most intense and powerful orgasm he had ever experienced in his entire life.

The scream that left him as he came sounded like that of an animal in its ferocity as it echoed around then.

Johnny's back arched hard, his hand clutching Drac's forearm and his toes curling almost painfully as his body tensed. Scorching hot cum spurted from his cock, covering his fingers in the milky-white fluid.

When the human's rectum clenched around the older man's dick, it propelled Dracula into his own orgasm. He snarled as he pulled his fangs from his throat, the flesh already beginning to  knit back together thanks to a coagulant in the vampire's saliva. He instead captured Johnny's mouth, swallowing the end of his loud scream and thrust his tongue down the human's throat.

His cock released rope after rope of pearly semen into Johnny, the copious amount of it causing it to leak out around his girth and out of the fluttering, spasming orifice and drip thickly onto the cape. He continued to push it into his lover, letting that tight channel milk him of every drop and slowing gradually until he finally came to a stop, buried deep in his beautiful Jonathan.

Johnny whimpered, panting and shaking from the sheer ferocity of his release. His heart was pounding as though it might beat right out of his chest and he gasped for air.

"M-my f-f-fucking God…" he trembled out, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. "Wh-what the fuck w-was that ? I've never… never…"

Dracula laughed breathlessly, panting as well and feeling his own heart hammering against his ribs. "I know… it was… the most incredible thing I've ever experienced, my heart…"

The vampire took the hand that had been covered in Johnny's cum and lifted it up, lapping at the thick fluid lazily. He suckled every bit from the younger man's fingers and palm, delighting in the flavor. It really did taste so good to him; he wasn't bitter or salty at all, just sweet and delicious. 

Johnny watched his older lover do this with hooded eyes, his pupils blown. He made soft sounds as he laid against Drac limply, his legs lying over the top of the vampire's and sprawled over them as well. He could still feel Drac buried inside of him and it felt amazing despite how sensitive that place was now.

"My God, sweetheart… That was… I don't think there's a word that accurately describes how that really felt," he said after swallowing a few times. "I just know that nothing I've ever done before compared to that. I feel like I'm weightless."

The vampire kissed him softly, delivering the taste of his own seed to him. Johnny found that it didn't gross him out like he thought it would; in fact, it was kind of hot. Not that he had any strength to get aroused again at this second, but still. Sharing this with his lover was just another amazing and cherished part of their love-making. 

"I'm abundantly  glad you enjoyed it so very much, my darling… It was incredible for me as well. I've never had a lover with as much passion as you, Jonathan." He pressed soft kisses all over Johnny's face and neck. "I could make love to you for hours."

Johnny chuckled drowsily. "Holy hell, I don't know if I could handle that. As good as it would be, I'm pretty sure you'd kill me. We only did this once tonight and I can barely move."

"Oh come now. I think you're a lot stronger than you think you are. Besides… I would not drink from you every time. That's probably why you're so exhausted, my pet," the vampire replied, stroking Johnny's soaked red hair.

The rain had finally stopped and now they simply lay under cloud cover, though the moon seemed to be trying to peek out from behind one. The air was quite chilly and Johnny shivered a bit, goosebumps raising over his bare flesh. 

Dracula took notice, as he did about almost everything when it came to the beautiful human. "Let me take you inside, iubitul meu (my beloved), before you catch your death of cold."

Johnny nodded gratefully. The vampire slipped his now-soft cock from inside of his lover, tucking himself back into his trousers and then pulling Johnny's shorts back over his rear end. He magicked the cape back to his room and cleared away the remnants of Johnny's torn and ruined shirt before picking up the slender human and flying to his own bedroom window. He slipped through the heavy black curtains into the spanse of the bedroom.

Neither of them were aware of the small, blue-eyed bat with tears streaking down her little face watching from the shadows of the belfry. Mavis Loughran-Dracula took off, flying as far away from the hotel as she could possibly get, blinded by the tears of betrayal.

Inside the warm bedroom, alight with several candles and a gentle fire that crackled in the fireplace, Dracula set Johnny on his feet, coming to stand in front of him. He looked him up and down, pleased by the bite and several hickeys he'd left all over the human's neck and shoulders, as well as his lips that were swollen from the passionate kissing. He looked like a man who had been well-fucked, which he very much had.

"You really are so gorgeous, Jonathan. I've always had a fondness for red-heads," he told him gently, touching finger and thumb to his chin. "Tonight was a dream come true for me, my sweet."

Johnny looked up at him with warm eyes, a cute, crooked little smile on his lips. He took the vampire's hand in his, stepping up to him so they were chest to chest. With his other hand, he reached up and brushed stray strands of black hair away from his lover's forehead. He couldn't remember ever having seen the older man looking so disheveled and he found it to be very attractive indeed.

"It was for me, too. Before you, I never once thought about being with men, especially in the submissive role. But even from the first time I met you, I started having dreams about just that; whether it was you taking my blood or taking my virginity, it was always you laying claim to me. Tonight, you did both and I've never been so satisfied in my whole life. I love you, Dracula, my dark angel…" he murmured, raising his one hand to his cheek and nuzzling his palm. 

Dracula bent down, kissing Johnny's lips sweetly and cupping his face. The shorter male set his hands on Drac's hips, simply holding him like that and enjoying the almost chaste press of mouths. It was much less heated than the myriad of kisses they'd already shared previously, but still romantic and loving. 

After a moment, Drac leaned their foreheads together and said, "I know you're probably tired and would like to rest, but I think we both need a hot shower so we don't catch colds from the rain. Sound good?"

Johnny nodded. "Yeah. Sounds really good. I've got to wash some of your cum from my… erm… well, you  know… It's kind of uncomfortable now that it's gone cold," he answered, scratching his cheek sheepishly. "I liked it when it was warm…"

"I can see that," Dracula told him, a laugh leaving him. "I came a lot inside of you too, so…" 

"No shit." The red-headed human also laughed. "I could feel it running out of me. But I liked that feeling. Maybe… maybe another time when you come inside of me, I'll be on my knees for all of it and I'll be able to feel it run down my thighs."

The hot blush that colored Johnny's cheeks was quite a vision. Drac blinked at the rather vivid description, tilting his head to the side.

"You… seem to have had a lot of time to think about this, Johnny-love…" 

Johnny rubbed the back of his neck. "Eh-heh… Well, I've watched my share of porn and I've seen a few videos where the guy takes the girl from behind and when he comes, his semen drips down her inner thighs… I've always kinda found that really sexy and I'd love to experience it with you. You're my lover now… At least, I hope you want to do this again with me."

Drac reached up, cradling the human's head in his hands, pressing a kiss over each eyelid and then his lips tenderly. "Fear not, darling. I definitely want to do this with you again. Making love to you was the greatest experience I've ever had. Even better than what I had with Martha. Our love was more emotional than physical. We rarely made love. However, I could bed you every single night and never tire of it." 

This put Johnny's mind at ease. He really had feared for a moment that this was a one-time thing and that thought had truly started to distress him.

"Good." Johnny smiled up at him. "Okay, let's go shower. I'm feeling really cold here."

The vampire took Johnny's hand, clasping their fingers together and led him to the wall where he pulled a wall sconce. A doorway opened up into a large bathroom done in golds and reds. A large clawfoot tub sat at the back with a good-sized shower stall off to the left. Opposite to that was a sink and mirror with a toilet setting off to the right of the sink. It was a very spacious bathroom and was also lit by candlelight.

The vampire went to the shower stall, turning the hot water knob to give it a moment to heat up while he turned to Johnny and they began to undress, helping one another peel off the soaked garments. It didn't take long for them to be naked and this time, Johnny looked his fill of Dracula.

He ran his palms up the vampire's strong chest, letting his fingertips ghost over the older man's pale nipples. Drac shivered a bit at the contact, but enjoyed the feeling. Johnny touched his lips to Drac's breastbone, wrapping one arm around his lover while the other explored, sliding down the vampire's ribs and side. It continued its journey down to his strong hip and muscular thigh, feeling the thick veins just under the surface.

"You're so sexy, baby," he cooed in a low voice. "I can't believe such a hot guy wants me as his lover."

Drac cupped Johnny's chin. "You say that as though you're not just as sexy, Jonathan. I assure you that you are incredibly attractive and I feel quite honoured that you want me ."

The human looked up at him with incredulity in his eyes. "Drac, I'm nothing compared to you… You're this timeless kind of sexy. Your eyes, for one, are like crystals… Your hair is the color of a raven's feathers… You're muscular and strong and I just can't get enough of looking at you and touching you, sweetheart. And now I can get a better look at this."

With those words, he reached down and ran his fingers along the flaccid length of Dracula's cock, causing the vampire to let out a soft hiss of breath.

"Johnny…"

"Shhhh…. I really wanted to touch this earlier but I was too horny to take the time. All I could think of then was that I just needed it inside of me."

The red-head started to stroke the length slowly, pulling and twisting around the base and head. Drac groaned, turning his face into Johnny's temple, kissing that spot as he tried to remain calm. He didn't want to seem too eager so soon after their first time, but it was a hard battle because of just how talented the human was with that hand. 

He captured his lover's mouth, kissing him deeply and ravenously. It was really quite amazing at how aroused he was just from being touched with Johnny's slender hand. He growwled when the human squeezed the length carefully and stroked upward, dragging his palms all the way up to the head.

"Mmmmfuck," the vampire moaned out, the expletive sounding almost foreign coming from the aristocratic voice. "Johnny, I don't know if…."

Johnny shushed      him, sliding down to his knees with the vampire's cock now at eye level. He leaned in, touching his lips to the base, kissing along the thick vein up the side, running the flat of his tongue over the tip.

Dracula squirmed a bit, biting his lip as the stimulation very much turned him on. That hot tongue felt good and soft, but yet it was strong and the pressure of the wet muscle was making the vampire weak in his knees. It had been so long since he'd had anyone do this for him; Johnny seemed very eager to break that streak.

The human took the length into his mouth, careful to watch his teeth so he didn't hurt his lover. He relaxed his throat, taking it deeply and only gagging a little bit when it touched the back. But he managed to take a breath through his nose and it helped him to take it fully.

And the taste of Count Dracula's precum was even better than what the vampire had taken from him and shared. It was thicker and a little bitter but he found he enjoyed every bit of it.

A low groan left Drac's throat as he bit his knuckle, eyes squeezed shut. He dropped his other hand down  into Johnny's unruly red hair, pulling a little at the locks. Holy hell , the young man knew what he was doing despite never having been with a man before tonight.

Johnny was very much enjoying what he was doing, being careful so as not to cause either one of them distress. He'd always thought that this would be really weird, but he was finding pleasure in doing this for Drac. He could feel that the vampire was barely keeping himself still and it made Johnny feel strong, powerful, and desired.

"Jonathan… Johnny…" Drac breathed out.

He reached down and pulled his cock from the younger man's mouth and hauled him up to his feet, kissing him hungrily. He was hard as steel just from that little bit of oral attention and he didn't want to cum down his throat. Not this time anyway. That could be for another evening.

Johnny made an unhappy sound. "Drac…?"

Dracula made sure the water was right and pushed his young lover into the shower stall, kissing him lovingly and wantonly. He lifted Johnny off his feet and was very pleased when he wrapped his legs around the vampire's waist.

"I love you so much. Never forget that," Dracula told him, kissing at his neck, running his tongue over the healing bite.

"I love you too, honey fangs," Johnny half-whispered out.

The vampire smiled against the human's skin and then lined himself up with Johnny's opening, sliding up into him easily. The lustful cry that issued from Johnny stroked Drac's ego and he began to push into the red-head hard and fast.

It didn't take long for either of them as they made love in the shower. Both men were attuned to each other and still riding the coattails of their first encounter.

Dracula pushed hard and fast while Johnny pressed down to meet him thrust for thrust. Both their moans and gasps filled the space between and around them, the sound of skin against skin echoing around the bathroom.

The red-head had never felt so thoroughly debauched in his life and he loved it. It was like the vampire knew exactly what he liked and what he wanted. It was kind of awesome to not be the dominant one for once. Dracula's dominance and possessiveness made him really happy; for the first time in all the years of them being around each other, Johnny absolutely had no delusions about the vampire wanting him. He knew he was wanted in a way that Dracula wanted no one else.  

He captured Drac's lips with his own as his second orgasm of the night hit him hard, his cry swallowed by his lover. His cum spattered between them and he shuddered through the pleasure. His nails scraped deep lines down Drac's strong back, him finally marking the older man as his in his own way.

The vampire followed right after him, clutching Johnny tightly as he also came. The combination of climax and his sweet lover's nails down his flesh pulled a loud snarl from him. Drac's hit semen filled the younger man thickly and Johnny whimpered at the feeling of it. He really loved how it felt inside of him and he clenched down to hold it inside of himself. 

"OhGodohGodohGodohmyfuckingGodDrac!" he cried out, breaking the kiss as his head fell back against the tiled wall. 

Dracula hissed out in ecstasy, too far gone to make much more sound than that. He buried his face in Johnny's neck, letting his pleasure consume him for a long moment. It was like seeing a rainbow of vibrabt colors behind his eyelids, his breath catching in his chest as he held his lover tight.

Johnny stroked Drac's hair sweetly as they both came down from their highs. The vampire caged Johnny's body against the shower wall, using it to keep them upright.

After a few moments of simply holding one another and just lazily nuzzling and kissing under the warm spray of the water, Johnny slowly lowered his legs, the vampire's length slipping from him. He felt his seed drip down the back of his thighs and chuckled.

"What's so funny, dulce meu? " Dracula asked softly, a fond smile on his lips.

Johnny looked up at him with gentle eyes. "Again, you came so much inside of me that it's dripping down. Only you can see it."

Drac was thoughtful for a few seconds and then he had an idea. "Turn around, Johnny-love."

Johnny did as he was told, careful not to let the water wash anything away. Dracula reached out and touched Johnny's temple, his eyes fixed on the (incredibly sexy) vision of the red-head's backside, his thick essence slowly seeping from his opening and down his pale thighs. He used his touch to send the image to Johnny's mind, hoping that what he saw was just as good as what the vampire could see.

Johnny was at a loss for words  as, through his beloved's eyes, he saw everything that Dracula got to. It really was hot and he was kind of amazed at how much was oozing from him. The vampire seemed to have quite a lot stored up inside of him and Johnny was all too happy to accept every drop.

"God, that's really erotic, baby…" he breathed out. "There's so much…"

He turned back to face Drac, wrapping his arms around him and snuggling up against him. His heart felt so full and his body well-used. He hadn't felt this loved… ever, really. 

Dracula pressed tender kisses to his forehead and temple. He rubbed his back softly and held him to his chest. The water sprayed over them, rinsing away the evidence of their activities.

"I enjoy making love to you and filling you to the brim and over. I hope you have no doubts about my feelings for you… Ma faci fericit. The iubesc cu toata inima (You make me happy. I love you with all my heart)."

Surprisingly, Johnny understood the Romanian, blinking as he looked up at Dracula. Now that he wasn't horny and lost in everything, it actually caught his attention. "I understand Romanian all of the sudden…"

"That's because of our blood connection," the vampire explained to him, tucking a lock of hair behind Johnny's ear. "Because I have your blood in my system, we have a very deep bond… It's like being married, kind of like a zing."

Johnny's honey-brown eyes widened in wonder and he squeezed Dracula tight. "That's so cool…! I mean… it's not exactly like a zing but it's so much more… I don't have this bond with anyone else."

Drac nuzzled him. "The only downside is that once the bite heals, the connection is broken. Unless I bite you again."

The red-head whipped his face up in horror at the thought of not having that bond with his lover, but he calmed as the last bit of information registered with him.

"Then that's what we'll do. You can bite me as many times as you want, Drac! I don't ever want to not be yours… Not now that I know what it's like…" he said quietly though earnestly.

The vampire cupped Johnny's face, pressing a soft kiss to each eyelid and then to the bridge of his nose. "I won't let that happen. Now that I've tasted you, touched you, had you… I will never let another have you. Save for your wife, of course… As far as I'm concerned, you belong to me. And I to you. No one will ever have you and I will never fall for another. You have my solemn vow, my beloved."

With those comforting words, Dracula began to wash his human lover, soaping up a washcloth and gently running it over his lithe body. Johnny cooperated  with him, letting those thin but strong fingers scrub at his skin, washing away the grime. He almost purred at the tenderness of his lover's touch, finding a different kind of pleasure in how it felt. The water cleansed the soap away and then the vampire began to wash Johnny's hair.

He poured the shampoo into his palm and then began to rub it down into Johnny's scalp. Johnny leaned back against Dracula's chest, feeling goosebumps raising on his arms and delighting in how it felt. This time he really did start to purr, unable to stop himself. 

"I'm yours… Always yours, Dracula," he murmured. He meant every word of what he said and hoped it was evident in his voice.

The vampire squeezed him. "And I'm always yours, Jonathan."

It took only a few more minutes to finish washing Johnny off and for the red-headed human to reciprocate the gesture for his lover. They both rinsed the soap away and the vampire shut the shower off, magicking  a couple of plush towels to them, wrapping the first one around Johnny.

They dried off together, occasionally trading sweet kisses and tender touches. Neither of them had the energy for more than that, but it was still intimate and loving.

They made their way to the bed, Drac taking a seat and pulling Johnny onto his lap. He magicked a brush to his hand, beginning to brush the red locks out, flattening them to his scalp. The human nestled up against him, enjoying the sensation of the bristles against his tender skin.

After a moment, the slender human asked, "What if… what if you changed me into a vampire? Would we still have that connection?"

Drac paused, surprised by the abruptness of the question. He looked down at Johnny, who looked back at him with the same kind of wonder that he'd had in the very beginning. 

"Oh yes," he replied, resuming the brushing of his hair. "In fact, it would be even stronger. A vampire and their 'Child' have the strongest, most intimate bond. They can share each other's thoughts, they can sense one another no matter where they are… They're like one, especially when love enters into it. But Johnny, that's not something to rush int–..."  

"It's not something I've rushed into thinking about," Johnny interjected. "I've been in this family for over ten years. I live around vampires. I've wanted to be changed for so long… and I've wanted you to be the one to change me since the first time we met. Hell… I wanted to be changed by Count Dracula when I read the novel by Bran Stoker and watched the movie with Bela Lugosi as a kid. Now I know the real you and I desperately want you to be the one, honey bat."  

Drac took that in, really surprised by this confession, never having known that. Johnny had told him once that he was much more handsome than this Lugosi character and even Mr. Stoker's description. But he hadn't known that the sweet young human, who had seemed so madly in love with Mavis, hadn't wanted his wife to be the one to do that.

Changing a human was a very intimate and intense process. Most vampires only typically changed the humans they planned to spend eternity with, they didn't just change them whenever they felt like it. He would have thought Mavis would want to do the deed.

Catching Drac's thoughts thanks to the blood bond, Johnny told him, "Mavis told me she would only change me if I was dying. Like… only if I was bleeding to death or severely injured. She told me that she wouldn't do it otherwise."

The vampire frowned a little bit, perplexed by this. Johnny was mortal, which of course meant that he would grow older a lot faster and would eventually die while she would continue to be young and beautiful for a very, very long time. So would Dennis despite being a dhampir (half-human, half-vampire offspring). Drac was already well over 550 years old and looked to be in his mid- to late 30s. 

Mavis was starting to catch up to him now that she was 128 years old. At about 250, most vampires' growth process pretty much stilled to nothing. It was so very gradual that it looked like they weren't aging at all. Someone had mistaken them for husband and wife not too long ago, which only really showed how it all seemed.

Eventually, and long before Mavis ever saw the age of 250, Johnny would appear old and gray and would pass away. 

"I don't know why she wouldn't change you… I would never want to live without my zing if I could help it," Drac told him, running his fingers through his beloved's silky hair. 

"That's why I wish I'd been your zing. You would make me feel like I was wanted forever, not just for a few years. I know my confidence in your feelings for me was really bad earlier, but now I know how you really feel. So I wish I could have zinged with you instead. But that doesn't mean I don't love you as much as if we had and I want nothing more than to spend my whole life with you."

Dracula put the brush down in the bed, pulling Johnny against him. He rubbed his back in affectionate circles, tipping the red-head's head back as they kissed once more. It was slow and sweet, the vampire laying back with him against the pillows and using his magic, he pulled the blankets over him and slid the drapes around the four-poster bed so they were encased in their own little world. A candle floated above them, giving the couple a little bit of soft light. 

"I will make you a vampire one day soon, my love. I never want to be without you. It may settle my blood lust as well. That would mean I could be around you without a single worry. Inima mea îți aparține... Ai furat-o atunci când nu am fost în căutarea (My heart belongs to you. You stole it when I wasn't looking) ." The vampire's voice was affectionate and filled with adoration.

The younger man smiled sleepily, snuggling against the vampire's powerfully built yet cradling chest. His head rested over Dracula's heart and he could hear it beat strongly  and steadily. It was a comfort and Johnny took it in contentedly.

"You're so awesome, my midnight angel," Johnny murmured, closing his tired eyes. "If I died right now, I could go to the next world quite happily. You make me feel so special and content, sweet fangs. Thank you for that…"

As Johnny trailed off, sleep finally claiming him after the vigorous activities of the night, Drac held him a little tighter, warmth filling his chest and lifting his soul. It had been so incredibly long since he'd felt this relaxed and fulfilled. And it was all become of this slim, sweet little human, who had handed him his heart and soul and gratefully had accepted the vampire's in return, holding and protecting them like precious jewels.

"No, thank you , Jonathan. For loving me and being patient with me when I didn't deserve it. Sleep well, my red-haired beauty. I will be at your side when again the moon rises."

Dracula reached down, running his thumb over the deep bite mark on Johnny's throat, finding himself proud of the fact he had claimed the soft, supple human in more ways than one. It was a beauteous sight and filled him with predatory joy. When he saw that mark, he only could think of one thing:

Mine .

There would be no way for another vampire to lay claim to his beloved. His bite mark was unique to any other vampire and his scent came from the wound, a warning. This one belonged to Count Aurel Drăculea Țepeș, King of the Blood-Drinkers, Sovereign of All Monster-Kind. None would dare touch him.

That included Mavis and that was an odd triumph in the usually doting father's eyes.

For a while now, he'd felt like his daughter couldn't care less about her husband most times. She often ignored him and kept her distance and it angered the older vampire, whose only desire was to love his son-in-law. And he would gladly use his body to make Johnny cry out in ecstasy and make him plead for more. Which he gave willingly. If he was the one to pull those beautiful sounds from deep within the lithe mortal, he took that responsibility with all of the joy in the world.

Mavis was of little importance now. Johnny was everything to Dracula.

With his power of pyrokinesis, he dimmed the candlelight and cocooned his lover in his arms. He gazed down into that peaceful face and felt, for the first time in forever, like he was exactly where, and with who, he was supposed to be. He hadn't felt this way in close to 135 years and would fight tooth and nail to keep this little bit of heaven he had finally found, no matter what it took.

He drifted off to sleep with his Johnny, a little bit of magic working to give them beautiful, intimate dreams in which only the two of them were present and each other was all they ever did or would need.