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Drumming his fingers against the lab counter, Vlad Masters stared impatiently at the green swirling ghost portal in front of him. The lowly hum emitting from it being one of the only sounds coming from within the lab aside from his rhythmic tapping. He had a right to be impatient however, considering it had been a good…two weeks or so since he’d last been able to have a proper meal, and his cravings were reaching their brink. Normally, he’d just go and feast as he pleased on whoever, but he made a promise to a certain annoying wannabe-hero that he’d restrain himself to only using him as a feast and dealing with meats and other such means to satiate himself.
It wasn’t enough.
Ancients, it wasn’t enough.
Okay sure, he was rich. He could just buy a truckload of meat and deal with it like that, but it was like trying a ‘poorly done vegan replacement for something made of meat’ as said annoyance’s tech obsessed friend once put it as. Besides, what was really the problem? He didn’t get upset at animals for acting within their nature, so why was it such a big deal for him to act in his?
Which, admittedly, was drinking human blood.
Okay okay, fine, he admitted that was out there, but what could he do about it? Maybe said hero’s parents shouldn’t have let him be bitten by an ecto-contaminated vampire bat they were improperly handling back in college (where did they even get one from?); maybe they should’ve kept an eye on him before running off to graduate and get married without so much as a word to him; or maybe his father should’ve made sure to just keep the damn bat in its cage and not let it fly around in their dorm room because ‘he needs to get some exercise, V-man!’.
And what it was worth, it was easy to get blood. Just turn invisible, wait for some poor sap wandering down the street at night, come up behind them, bite their neck, and then fly off. Alternatively, head to the local blood bank, phase in, steal a huge amount, and then leave. But noooo, that was just too much for him and his friends’ justice obsessed heads to deal with.
“What if someone dies because of you! Can’t you deal with it through animal blood like me?”
That happened only a few times, besides they were just some corrupt business rivals. If anything he was doing the world a favor, and The Phantom Menace should’ve been proud of him for being lawful for once in his life. Also, animal blood tasted disgusting. Not everyone liked having pork blood or whatever everytime their cravings came about like him. Drinking from raw meat was included in this; he preferred his steak served medium, thank you.
“People need blood, Vlad. What if someone had a rare blood type, but now they can’t get a transfusion because you’re out here drinking it all up!”
Honestly, not his problem. Besides, AB negative was an occasional delight for him, so there would be plenty still left over for whatever fool needed it. The goth still thought that was ‘completely twisted’ or whatever lingo twenty-one year olds used nowadays.
“You know, for a vampire you sure are lacking in a lot. You have the castle, but where’s the casket? Where’s the hypnotized chicks or…hunks, is that the right word? In fact, why are you hanging out in the sun? Aren’t you supposed to be turning into dust or something? Are you gonna sparkle instead? Or even-”
The goth slapped the techie upside the head for that, but just because he was a vampire didn’t mean he had to act like it was the 19th century. Trade in his Packers memorabilia for some gaudy old silverfish-infested heraldic banner and other such things? Absolutely not! Also, his hypnosis powers were only for business, he wasn’t that deranged. Besides, what would that say about him if the only people he could make fall for him had to be hypnotized? There was a reason he spent decades trying to steal his love away from that fat loaf through careful planning, murder, and deceit.
Of course, that was now in the past. He moved on from that back when Mr. Goody Two-Shoes was still a senior in high school and it became crystal clear his mother was too obsessed with the dunce to even think of leaving him or getting over him if he mysteriously died in a freak accident. Now one could argue that dating her son, said Mr. Goody Two-Shoes, wasn’t exactly any better, but they could shove it for all he cared. Okay yeah, he spent the entirety of the boy’s high school days antagonizing and fighting with, at his grown age, but he kept to the truce they made his freshman year! Look, they’d been dating for almost a good two years now, and had so far made it work with minimal issues (he had been scolded several times to control his jealousy) between them! Hell, if he truly didn’t care what he thought, he would’ve been feasting on whoever to satisfy his cravings, but he made a vow with his little badger to only drink from him since he could withstand it being a fellow halfa as well.
And that was why he was extremely frustrated right now.
For someone who was so concerned about him drinking blood from unsuspecting meals, he sure decided to leave off on some random assignment for Clockwork without even leaving a vial of his blood behind for him. Even choosing now of all times when he could practically feel himself wasting away!? He still kept his promise though, he pacified himself with that disgusting jug of pork blood he left over in his kitchen, but god the taste was sickening and brought about memories of being stuck in the hospital taking all sorts of experimental medications. This could’ve all been solved if he just let him extract blood from him every so often, but he was always so timorous when it came to needles just because of that one time with his parents.
Just to stand here as he was waiting for him was a test of patience. His thirst ached for the taste of his blood down his throat, the feel of his fangs grazing against his neck, and the way his body would hitch in his arms everytime he sunk into him.
And just to add insult to injury, he found himself craving him as well.
His body burned to feel him against him once again, but even just playing with himself to the thought of the brat wasn’t enough. He needed him in the flesh. Never in his life had he been filled with such lust before, but he just couldn’t stop. His refractory period felt non-existent at times, and sometimes he would go until he passed out from exhaustion. If he didn’t come back today, then he was going to march himself down to Clockwork’s lair and take him then and there himself. So what if Clockwork saw, the timelord probably saw worse in the various timelines he oversaw. Wouldn’t be anything differe-
His senses suddenly shot to high alert..
He’s back.
With a swish from the portal, Danny landed softly on the lab floor whilst shifting back to his human form. He stretched a bit, letting out a grunt of relief for a tiring job well done. Being so out of it, he hadn’t even noticed the blue vampiric creature currently lunging at him until his head had suddenly hit the cold tile floor beneath him. Before he could even regain his senses, he felt two warm fangs sink into his neck and firmly lodge themselves. He couldn’t even get as much as a gasp out before he could feel himself being drained, the wound dripping down his neck and staining his shirt a muddy red-greenish mixture.
“S-Sheesh fruit loop, can't a guy get a warning before you pounce on him like some cat-ow! Watch the teeth!”
Vlad finally pulled away for air. Blood was smeared all over mouth and ran down his chin, but he didn't care about his disheveled appearance. The satisfaction that overwhelmed him was near orgasmic, so much to a point that a slight moan escaped his lips as a shudder ran over his entire body.
“What…took you…so long…” Vlad uttered out in between breaths.
“Look.” Danny put his arms up defensively. “I meant to be back in like, a day, but crazy things happened and Clockwork needed me and-”
Vlad honestly didn't care for whatever excuse he had. Instead he reached down towards the other side of his neck and bit down yet again, which in turn caused Danny to once more yell out in pain.
“Can you stop that!?”
“I have gone two weeks without a proper meal,” Vlad snarled. “I have kept my end of the agreement, and have not feasted on anything but that revolting swine sewage you call a meal because you're too scared of your own shadow to drink normal blood. Not only have I had to deal with this by myself, but I'm still as of now dealing with the mess you've left inside of me, so you're going to sit here and let me spoil myself.”
‘The mess you've left inside of me,’ God, he couldn't use any better euphemism for being pregnant, could he?
Yes, the elephant in the room. Vlad Masters was currently six months pregnant with none other than Amity Park’s famed phantom hero’s baby. Now, how did he get pregnant? Neither of them had any clue how to explain other than ‘halfa biology’ or something like that. Vlad didn’t remember having ovaries or a uterus in his backside, but apparently Daniel could add ‘defying the laws of biology’ to his track record. Clockwork found Vlad’s, admittedly heated, reaction when he confronted him regarding it to be quite humorous, telling him this wasn’t abnormal for what they were and how the birth would go smoothly. Of course that still begged the question as to why he was able to get pregnant and how come none of his prior research on half-vampiric-ghosts half humans revealed none of this, and Clockwork had to give the both of them a long, long, long lecture over their biology.
It was quite educational and eye-opening all things considered, but still he was pregnant at the end of the day. Plus, his pregnancy was the reason as to why his need for blood and lust for Danny was near unsatisfiable. Clockwork mentioned it was normal and expected for their non-human sides, but even so he just needed it to end already. His stomach had already grown quite round, and it was getting difficult to continue going out and public and keeping his pregnancy a secret.
Danny let out a sigh as he lifted his upper body off the floor and took off his now blood-stained shirt to allow Vlad easier access to his neck. Plasmius held no sense of shame as his red eyes ran up and down Danny’s toned chest and abs, the years of fighting as he grew helping him fill in quite nicely. He licked his lips as the sight in front of him mixed with the scent of blood still oozing from the wound he left on Danny’s neck caused his breathing to become erratic.
It was no surprise to either of them that Vlad’s white trousers had an evident bulge protuding as he continued to sit in Danny’s lap. Danny knew what was coming next and wrapped his arms around Vlad to pull him closer to him.
“No wonder Clockwork told me to hurry back,” he laughed to himself.
Vlad didn't even register what Danny said, instead he proceeded to sink his fangs into Danny’s shoulder. The rush of blood in his mouth was just as succulent as before, and he greedily lapped at it like a wild animal.
As that happened, Danny’s hands slid under Vlad’s shirt and onto the rim of his pants, pulling them down and letting Vlad’s throbbing erection pop out from under. Precum already covered the tip and dripped onto Danny’s abdomen, to which Danny gave the head a quick teasing flick with the tip of his finger causing Vlad to hitch in surprise.
Vlad released his hold on Danny’s shoulder to stand up and kick his boots and pants off, following quickly with belt and shirt. He stood in front of Danny in a naked daze, a predatory glance in his eyes as he looked at Danny’s crotch, his hard-on pushing against the fabric indicating his own arousal. Getting back on his knees, he slid himself in between Danny’s legs and yanked his jeans down and off of him, too impatient to go through the process of unbuttoning it. Trying not to lie his pregnant belly on the cold lab floor, he arched his butt in the air looking similar to a cat in heat. Pulling his underwear down next, he wasted no time grabbing his shaft and giving a slow lick from the base to the tip all while keeping eye contact with Danny. .
Danny tensed, Vlad’s fangs were so close to his cock with each lick he lashed on him. Precum connected from his head to Vlad’s tongue and lips, and Vlad’s eyes appeared lost in their own world. As he licked, he stroked Danny up and down, occasionally stopping to lap his tongue solely on the tip while his hand jerked his length. For Danny, however, the mixture of fear with arousal while not an unpleasant one, but anxiety grew in the pit of his stomach. Vlad already had left his neck a boody smeared mess with being deprived of blood for so long, but what if due to that, Vlad also decided while he was down there to-
“-bite down, are you?”
Danny shook his head, “What was that?”
Vlad smirked at him. The blood from his previous drinks still a mess around his mouth. “I said, ‘worried I'll bite down, are you?’ You are staring at me quite intently.” He gave a slight kiss to the tip.
“W-What? Nooo, I wouldn't think you'd do something like that,” he laughed in the most clearly artificial way possible.
“Really now? You did leave me waiting quite a while for a proper meal…” Another lick on the underside of his glands, fangs ever so close. “I’m still quite thirsty, you know? What's stopping me from taking another quick drink while I'm right here? You can simply heal after all.” His fangs teasingly grazed the glands after he said that.
Danny’s eyes widened as his body clenched up. Vlad gave a mocking snicker in response, the breath of his laughter sent a shiver down his back.
“Please, Daniel, you're still so easy to fool after all these years,” he said with one last lick to his tip as he began to crawl up towards Danny until he was face to face with him, belly against his abs, and cupped his flushed cheeks with both of his hands. “Besides, I'd say you quite liked it.”
He leaned in to kiss Danny, wasting no time thrusting his tongue into his mouth. Danny could taste the mixture of his own precum and blood on Vlad’s lips, but it didn't fret him, instead turning him on as he matched Vlad’s hunger and pushed deeper into his mouth as well. Vlad ran one hand down to Danny’s left pec, groping it and playing with nipple with his fingers causing Danny to moan a bit into his mouth. While doing so, he pulled away from the bloody mess their mouths made and bit into Danny's lip. The blood that dripped from the punctured he lapped up like an animal drinking from a tap.
Moving downward, he trailed his tongue around Danny’s left pec, taking his nipple in his mouth and lightly flicking his tongue on it before taking more of his chest into his mouth and biting down onto it. Danny’s cock twitched in response, growing close to needing some type of release. Lathering two of his fingers with his own saliva, he reached his hand towards Plasmius’ behind and began prodding and pushing onto his hole. He could feel it accept his fingers quickly, and slowly he began pushing in with one at first, following quickly with the second before long. Once they were lodged inside, he began pushing in and out of him in a measured rhythm.
Vlad pushed against Danny’s fingers, wanting him to delve deeper into him, to hit his aching prostate. His cock begged for more in between his legs, desperately needing to shoot. He pulled himself up off of Danny and pushed him back down to the ground. Grabbing hold of Danny’s cock, he positioned it right below his entrance and began to push it inside of him. He sat slowly onto it, feeling it slide up in him, until he could the base of Danny’s crotch hit against his behind.
With him inside of him now, Vlad wasted no time riding Danny. Each time he felt him drive back into him sent jolts of electricity through his body causing him to loudly moan out, caring not that he was being seen in such a feral state. His hands gripped onto Danny as he felt him push in and out of him fervently, hitting his prostate at just the right angle. Danny’s own hands grabbed onto Vlad’s ass to keep him steady, and he moved with him to ram into him as deep as he could.
“Daniel…mmggh…Daniel…!” Vlad whimpered out in-between moans, his mouth agape as saliva dripped down his chin. He was getting so close, he could feel it, his cock twitched and threatened to blanked his little badger’s stomach with streaks of cum. All his senses felt as though they were on overdrive as his prostate kept repeatedly being hit and he couldn't get enough of it. Even his eyes felt like they were going to roll up to the back of his head and make his mind go blank from the pleasure alone.
Suddenly, he grabbed Danny and pulled him up into a hug before reaching to the shoulder he hadn't bitten into yet and giving it a ferocious bite. The surprise of being bitten out of the blue threw Danny’s concentration off, and before he knew it his cock spasmed inside of Vlad, shooting thick ropes of cum deep inside of him. Danny could only hold Vlad in his arms as a breathy moan escaped from between his lips.
Feeling Danny’s orgasm inside of him, Vlad’s entire body clenched as his own orgasm finally arrived, making him hug Danny as close to him as he possibly could. Cum shot of his cock in spurts, making a mess all over his own pregnant belly and Danny’s abs, and causing him to whine as he kept his bite on Danny’s shoulder. Simultaneously, he involuntarily shifted back to his human form, his teeth still sunken into Danny’s neck as his fangs went away with his vampiric form. With one final shudder, his body collapsed on top of Danny and released him from the tight hold he had him in.
The two lay there out of breath for a while. Vlad could feel Danny’s load leaking out of him as his cock finally came out of him with a plop. Neither of them could think of anything to say before Danny suddenly jumped up in a panic, accidentally knocking Vlad off of him.
“My parents are gonna kill us if they see us like this! We gotta go!”
Vlad watched him fumble around for his clothes with an annoyed expression from being unceremoniously pushed off of him. “Daniel, I'm not an idiot. Your parents have been out of town for the past week, why else do you think I would be waiting in your father’s menial lab if I suspected they could catch us?”
“Oh, haha, right…” he awkwardly rubbed the back of his head.
Helping Vlad up, he assisted him with cleaning off the cum (and blood) lathered on and in him, before getting his scattered clothes together. Vlad, in turn, helped Danny clean the smeared blood all over his neck and lips. Once done, Vlad phoned his chauffeur to come pick them up, and the two wiped up the mess their sexual escapade left on the lab floor. Vlad gazed at Danny’s neck and shoulders, the wounds already sealing up but leaving prominent blueish-purple hickeys all around.
“We’re going shopping tomorrow,” he suddenly announced.
“Huh?”
“Do you think I'm going to let the father of my child walk around with hickeys dressed down his neck like some type of loose playboy? Those are for my eyes only, not anyone else.”
Danny stared at him with a blank expression for a bit before bursting out laughing. Vlad felt his face grow warm and muttered something about Danny being immature under his breath as the younger man wrapped one arm around his shoulders and the other giving a soft rub to his pregnant belly.
He wouldn't admit it, but a slight smile had found its way onto his face as Danny and him walked up the stairs out of the lab, leaving not a hint that the two just had an intense sexual encounter only moments before.