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The forest was alive with the sounds of night, but Keng moved through it with practiced silence.
His team had split up an hour ago, each member taking a different path through the dense woodland.
The plan was simple: find and eliminate the vampire in the area, the exact one that had been terrorizing nearby villages for months.
"Remember your sectors," Keng had whispered to his team before they parted ways. "I'll take the tower. The rest of you check the caves and abandoned houses. Signal if you find anything."
The tower rose before him now, a crumbling structure of stone and wood that seemed to defy gravity.
It stood in the center of the forest like a broken tooth, its windows dark and broken.
Keng had encountered Namping countless times before, always just missing his chance to end the vampire's life.
Tonight would be different.
Tonight, he swore to himself, this cat-and-mouse game would end.
The heavy wooden door groaned as Keng pushed it open, his weapon held steady before him.
The interior was shrouded in darkness, but his eyes adjusted quickly, revealing a spiral staircase leading upward and debris scattered across the floor.
He stepped inside, his boots making soft sounds on the stone.
"I know you're in here," Keng muttered to himself, though he knew the vampire wouldn't show himself easily.
A soft thud from the corner of the room made Keng spin around, his weapon raised. There was nothing there.. just shadows and dust. He strained his ears, listening for any sound, any movement.
"Show yourself," he whispered.
Another sound behind him- a whisper of movement. Keng turned on his heels and found himself face to face with Namping, who stood there with an infuriating smirk on his face.
The vampire was impossibly close, closer than he'd ever managed to get before.
Before Keng could fire his weapon, Namping raised a hand, and Keng felt his body seize up.
It was as if his bones had turned to stone and his muscles to rubber.
He couldn't move an inch, couldn't even twitch his finger on the trigger.
Namping's grin widened, mischief dancing in his eyes. "Well now," the vampire said, his voice smooth as silk. "You could have just asked for my number instead of breaking in like this."
Keng struggled against the invisible force holding him, but it was useless. He had gone from hunter to prey in the blink of an eye.
Namping began to circle around him, his movements fluid and predatory. "It's so sweet of you to visit," he sangongs, his voice echoing slightly in the empty room. "I was getting lonely."
Keng's glare followed the vampire's every move. He wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug expression off Namping's face with his fist.
"You know," Namping continued, coming to a halt directly in front of Keng, "you should stop lying to yourself. Acting like you don't want me."
Keng managed to grit out, "Stop pushing your weird fantasy onto me."
Namping chuckled, the sound mocking in the stillness of the tower. "You're a little too loud for the situation you're in."
"Just wait. My team will come to kill you," Keng retorted, though his voice was strained from the effort of speaking against the paralysis.
The vampire leaned closer, his face mere inches from Keng's. "Your team?" he whispered. "Oh, my dear. They're otherwise occupied tonight. It's just you and me."
As if to prove his point, distant shouts echoed from outside the tower- too far away to help, too close to ignore.
Keng's heart sank as he realized the truth: Namping hadn't just been evading him all these months; he had been playing with him, letting him think he was the hunter when in fact, he had always been the prey.
Namping traced a finger along Keng's jawline, his touch surprisingly warm. "You know," he murmured, "I've been watching you for a long time, handsome."
Keng remained silent, his mind racing for a way out of this situation.
"Every time you thought you were closing in on me," Namping continued, "I was actually closing in on you. Learning your patterns, your strengths, your weaknesses."
The vampire's eyes glinted in the dim light. "Tonight, I decided it was time to end our little game. On my terms."
Keng could feel the paralysis beginning to ease slightly, but not enough to give him an advantage.
Not yet.
"You're wondering why I haven't killed you yet," Namping said, as if reading his mind. "Well.. I've grown rather fond of our little chases. It would be a shame to end them so.. permanently."
Namping stepped back, and the invisible force holding Keng suddenly released him. He stumbled forward, catching himself before he fell.
His weapon was still in his hand, but he knew it would be useless against Namping's speed.
"Run, little hunter," Namping said with a smirk. "Let's see if you've learned anything from all our encounters. Or will this be just another night where you barely escape with your life?"
Keng didn't hesitate. He turned and bolted for the door, his heart pounding in his chest. Behind him, he could hear Namping's laughter echoing through the tower.
The chase had begun again- but this time, Keng knew the truth. He wasn't the hunter. Maybe he had never been.
Keng burst from the tower door and plunged into the darkness of the forest, his lungs burning with every ragged breath.
The night air was thick and heavy against his skin as he pushed himself faster, branches whipping at his face and arms.
Behind him, Namping's laughter echoed through the trees, a sound that was both haunting and infuriatingly close.
"You can't escape me," Namping's voice called out, seeming to come from multiple directions at once. "The forest is my playground, and you're just a guest."
Keng veered left, trying to lose the man in the dense undergrowth, but Namping was always there- a shadow flitting between trees, a whisper of movement just at the edge of his vision.
The chase went on for what felt like hours, Keng's muscles screaming in protest as he stumbled through the darkness. He could hear Namping's occasional chuckles, the vampire clearly enjoying this game of cat and mouse.
Finally, Keng's back hit the rough bark of a massive oak tree with a thud that knocked the wind from his lungs.
He was trapped- the tree behind him, dense thorny bushes to either side, and Namping standing just feet away, his red eyes glowing in the moonlight.
"End of the line, baby," Namping said, his voice low and teasing as he slowly approached. "You're cornered."
Keng raised his weapon, his hands trembling slightly from exhaustion and adrenaline. "Stay back."
Namping laughed, a soft, melodic sound that made Keng's skin tingle. "Or what? You'll shoot me? We both know that won't work."
He took another step closer, his movements fluid and graceful despite the uneven forest floor. "Besides, I think you're enjoying this chase as much as I am."
"Shit up," Keng spat, though his body betrayed him with a shiver as Namping drew nearer.
The vampire stopped directly in front of him, so close Keng could feel the cold radiating from his body.
Namping reached out, his fingers tracing Keng's jawline with a knowing smile. "Your mouth says one thing, but your body tells another story."
Keng's entire form stiffened at the touch, his muscles locking up as if the paralysis from before had returned.
He couldn't move, couldn't even flinch away from the vampire's touch.
"You know," Namping murmured, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as he leaned closer,
"I always thought you were hottest when you were angry. All that righteous fury, those determined eyes..." He chuckled softly.
"I used to watch you for hours, stalking through these same forests in that tight hunter outfit, searching for someone who was already watching you."
Keng's jaw tightened, but he remained silent, his mind racing for any possible plan.
Namping's finger slowly traveled down Keng's throat to his chest. "Every time you thought you were getting closer to catching me, I was actually letting you. Just to see that look in your eyes, that determination that made you so.. captivating."
The vampire took another step closer, their bodies nearly touching now. "Do you have any idea how many nights I've spent imagining this? You cornered, at my mercy?"
Keng could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, a confusing mix of fear and something else he refused to acknowledge stirring in his gut.
"I wonder," Namping sang softly, his voice taking on a playful tone, "What would happen if I bit you right here? Would you scream? Or would you moan? I bet I could make you come just from that alone."
Keng's eyes widened at the bold statement, a flush creeping up his neck despite the cool night air.
He hated how his body responded to the vampire's words, hated the warmth spreading through his veins.
Namping's red eyes met Keng's, and suddenly Keng couldn't look away. It was as if the vampire had hypnotized him with his gaze, his thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind.
The vampire's hands slid over Keng's shoulders, his touch both cold and electric.
"You know," Namping mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper now, "I've always imagined these big, broad shoulders pushing me down into a mattress. Taking control, when you think I've lost it."
Keng swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry as desert sand. His eyes remained locked on Namping's, his body refusing to obey his mind's desperate commands to flee.
Namping leaned in slowly, his lips hovering just inches from Keng's. The anticipation was excruciating, Keng's entire body urging him to do something- anything to break this spell.
Just as their lips were about to touch, Namping pulled back with a sly expression.
"Oh. Not yet, baby," the vampire whispered with a smirk. "Patience is a virtue."
Keng could feel his heart beating so loudly he was certain Namping could hear it. Nausea washed over him as he realized how completely he had lost control of this situation, of his own body.
Namping leaned in again, his hands running up and down Keng's shoulders in a soothing, yet possessive motion. "You're fighting it, aren't you? That pull between us? The lust?"
Something inside Keng snapped- a desperate longing he'd been suppressing for months, maybe even years.
Without thinking, he grabbed the vampire by the back of his neck and pulled him in for a sloppy, desperate kiss.
Namping froze for a moment, almost pushing Keng back in shock. But as realization dawned, a slow smirk spread across his face.
He kissed back, letting Keng pull him closer by the waist, their bodies pressing together in the moonlit forest clearing.
When they finally broke apart, both breathing heavily, Namping chuckled softly. "Well, well.. perhaps the prey catches the hunter?"
Keng's mind was a mix of conflicting emotions- desire, anger, confusion, and an undeniable need he couldn't control anymore.
"Shut up," he hissed, before pulling Namping in for another kiss, this one deeper and more demanding.
Namping responded with equal passion, his hands tangling in Keng's hair as their tongues danced together.
The forest around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them locked in an embrace that defied all logic and reason.
"So," Namping whispered against Keng's lips, his voice husky with desire, "What happens now? Do you kill me?"
Keng pulled back slightly, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.
His forehead rested against Namping's, the coolness of the vampire's skin a stark contrast to his own feverish heat.
The forest around them seemed to hold its breath, waiting.
"I..." Keng started, his voice rough and strained. He swallowed hard, trying to force the words past the lump in his throat. "I won't."
Namping's lips curved into a slow, triumphant smirk against his skin. "Oh, I know."
Before Keng could respond, Namping's arms tightened around him. "Hold on tight," the vampire whispered, his voice tinged with amusement.
The world dissolved into a dizzying swirl of darkness and light, a sensation like falling through endless space.
Keng's stomach lurched, and he instinctively clung to Namping, his fingers digging into the vampire's back.
Just as suddenly as it began,
it stopped.
Keng blinked, his eyes adjusting to the familiar dim light of his own bedroom.
Huh?
He was sitting on his bed, and Namping was straddling his lap, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
"How- how do you know where I live?"
Keng asked, his mind reeling from the sudden teleportation.
Namping simply chuckled, leaning forward until their faces were inches apart. "I told you. I've been watching you for a long time."
Before Keng could process this unsettling revelation, Namping's lips were on his again, claiming him in a deep kiss.
His tongue explored his mouth with practiced ease, and Keng found himself responding with equal hunger, his hands moving to grip Namping's hips.
Keng knew this was wrong, knew he was putting himself in danger but everything in him screamed for more.
Namping began to movr against him, a slow, deliberate rocking of his hips that had Keng's cock hardening instantly beneath his clothes.
The friction was maddening, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
"Fuck," Keng gasped against Namping's lips, his head falling back against the pillows as the vampire continued to grind against him. "Namping.."
"That's it," Namping murmured, his voice low and commanding as he nipped at Keng's throat. "Let me hear you. I've waited so long to hear you say my name like that."
Keng's hands moved from Namping's hips to his ass, pulling him closer, needing more friction, more pressure. "Please," he breathed out, the word barely audible.
"Please what?" Namping teased, though his movements never faltered. "Tell me what you want, Keng."
"You," Keng managed to say, his voice thick with need. "I want to fuck you."
Namping smirked, his red eyes glowing with triumph in the dim light of the bedroom. "Oh trust me I want that just as much."
Namping's smirk deepened as he slowly began to unbutton Keng's shirt, his fingers deliberately brushing against the heated skin with each button released.
"Let's see what we're working with, shall we?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing.
Keng's breath hitched as Namping's cool fingers traced patterns on his chest, exploring the muscles and scars that told the story of his life as a hunter.
"You're even more sexy up close," Namping whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Keng's collarbone.
All these nights I've watched you, imagining this moment.. it's even better than I dreamed."
Keng's hands moved to Namping's shirt, his fingers fumbling slightly with the buttons in his eagerness. "Shut up and undress," he groaned, pulling the other closer.
Namping chuckled but obliged, capturing Keng's lips in a hungry kiss that left them both panting after.
Their shirts soon found their way to the floor, followed by the rest of their clothing in a collection of desperate movements.
"You have no idea," Namping whispered against Keng's throat, his lips trailing down to the sensitive skin where neck met shoulder, "How many times I've imagined tasting you. Not just your lips.. but your blood."
Keng shivered as Namping's teeth grazed his skin, not breaking it but leaving a path of tingling sensation in their wake.
"Fuck. Just.. do it," he breathed out, his head tilting to give the vampire better access. "Bite me."
Namping's red eyes glowed with hunger as heard the very man that wanted him dead mere minutes ago.
He sank his teeth into Keng's neck, just enough to break the skin and draw a few drops of blood.
Namping lapped at the small wounds with his tongue, savoring the taste as Keng moaned beneath him.
"God," Namping groaned, his hips grinding against Keng's with renewed urgency. "I could come just from the thought of drinking your blood properly. You taste so good."
Keng's hands roamed over Namping's body, exploring every curve and contour of the vampire's lithe form.
He rolled them over, suddenly taking control as he hovered above Namping, his eyes dark with desire.
"My turn," Keng growled, before lowering his head to take one of Namping's nipples into his mouth.
Namping arched beneath him, a cry of pleasure escaping his lips as Keng's teeth grazed the sensitive bud. "Yes.. just like that," he moaned, his fingers tangling in Keng's hair. "Harder!"
Keng obliged, sucking and nipping at Namping's nipples until they were hardened, his nails digging into the hunter's back with each pleasured cry that escaped his lips.
"You're so responsive," Keng murmured against Namping's chest, his voice rough with desire. "So sensitive."
"Only for you," Namping gasped, pulling Keng up for another passionate kiss. "Only ever for you."
Their bodies moved together in a rhythm as old as time, each touch and kiss building the tension between them to an almost unbearable level.
Keng could feel Namping's errection pressing against his thigh, could see the desperate need in the red glowing eyes.
"Please," Namping whispered, his voice breaking as Keng's hand wrapped around his cock. "Will you be good and let me fuck myself on you?"
Keng's breath caught at the raw need in Namping's voice, at the arousal the vampire was presenting him. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice gentle despite the fire burning between them.
"Never been more sure of anything," Namping replied, pulling Keng down for another kiss. "Take me, Keng. Make me yours."
Keng's hands roamed over Namping's body, exploring every inch of the responsive body on his lap. He paused at the curve of Namping's hips, his thumbs stroking the skin there.
"I've never..." Keng started, then stopped, feeling a flush creep up his neck.
Namping chuckled softly, pulling Keng's chin up to meet his gaze. "Don't worry. I'll guide you. Just follow my lead."
The vampire reached over to the bedside table, retrieving a small bottle of lubricant from Keng's own drawer. "I prepared something," he said with a wink. "I had a feeling tonight would be.. special."
Keng watched as Namping helped coating his fingers with the slick substance, completely ignoring that his enemy turned sex-partner had stored lube in his bedroom.
"Touch me," he whispered, taking Keng's hand and guiding it to his entrance. "Feel how ready I am for you."
Keng's fingers brushed against Namping's hole, feeling the heat and slickness there.
He slowly pushed one finger inside, marveling at the way Namping's body welcomed him, the tight heat that promised such pleasure.
"More," Namping gasped, his hips rocking against Keng's hand. "Don't be gentle, Keng. I can't wait."
Keng added a second finger, then a third, stretching the vampire carefully as Namping writhed beneath him.
The sounds Namping made were driving him wild, each moan and gasp fueling his own desire until he thought he might explode from the sheer intensity of it.
"Hurry," Namping demanded, pulling Keng's fingers away and positioning himself. "I want you inside me now."
Namping decided he was prepared well enough.
He simply took the leaking cock and pushed it inside to his heart's content.
Namping began to move, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate circle that sent sparks of renewed pleasure shooting through Keng's body.
"I'm not done with you yet," Namping murmured, his voice low and husky as he leaned down to capture Keng's lips in a kiss. "Not by a long shot."
Keng groaned into the kiss, his hands sliding down Namping's back to grip the vampire's ass. "You're so needy," he muttered against Namping's lips, though his body was already responding with enthusiasm.
"And you're just now figuring this out?" Namping chuckled, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down Keng's throat. "I've been waiting months for this. Did you really think one time would be enough to satisfy me?"
Before Keng could respond, Namping shifted position, rising up slightly before sinking back down onto Keng's already hardening cock.
The vampire's movements were slow and deliberate, each roll of his hips designed to bring maximum pleasure to them both.
"God," Keng gasped, his head falling back against the pillows as Namping began to ride him in earnest. "You're such a slut."
Namping threw his head back and laughed, a sound that was equal parts amusement and arousal.
"Oh, Keng," he purred, his movements never faltering as he fucked himself on Keng's cock. "You have no idea. I've been called worse."
Keng's hands tightened on Namping's hips, his fingers digging into the vampire's pale skin as he tried to regain some semblance of control.
"You're just a bitch in heat, aren't you?" he growled, his voice rough with desire. "Desperate for any cock you can get."
Namping leaned forward, his hands resting on Keng's chest as he continued to ride him with increasing urgency.
"Not any cock," he corrected, his red eyes glowing with intensity. "Your cock. I've been dreaming about this for months, imagining how you'd feel inside me, how you'd look beneath me while I ride you."
The possessive words sent a thrill through Keng's body, his hips bucking upward to meet Namping's downward thrusts.
"You're delusional," he muttered, though his actions betrayed his words as he began to move with him, their bodies finding a rhythm that was both familiar and new.
"Am I?" Namping challenged, leaning down to whisper in Keng's ear. "Or am I just honest about what I want? Unlike some people I could name, who've been fighting their desires for months."
Keng's response was cut off by a moan as Namping shifted slightly, changing the angle of penetration just enough to hit that spot inside him that made his toes curl. "Fuck," he gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head.
"That's it," Namping purred, his movements becoming more erratic as he approached his own release. "Let go. Give me everything."
Keng's hands moved from Namping's hips to his back, his nails digging into the cold skin as he pulled him closer. "You're such a tease," he growled, his voice strained with pleasure. "Always pushing, always testing."
"And you love it," Namping retorted, his lips finding Keng's dried blood from earlier. "You love that I'm not afraid to take what I want, that I'm not some delicate flower who needs to be coddled."
Their movements became more frantic, more desperate as they raced toward completion.
Keng could feel the tension building in his own body, the familiar tightening in his balls that signaled his impending release.
"Not yet," Namping commanded, though his voice was strained with his own approaching orgasm. "I want to feel you come inside me. I want to mark you as mine."
The possessive words were Keng's undoing. With a guttural cry, he buried himself deep inside, his release pulsing hot and thick as he filled Namping with his cum.
Namping followed moments later, his body arching above Keng as his own release coated their stomachs. He collapsed onto Keng's chest, both of them breathing heavily as they struggled to recover from their exertions.
"Well," Namping murmured after a few moments, his fingers tracing patterns on Keng's sweat-slicked skin. "That was.. unexpected."
Keng chuckled, wrapping his arms around the vampire. "In a good way or a bad way?"
Namping propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at Keng with a thoughtful expression. "In a 'I did not allow that' way," he replied, before leaning down to capture Keng's lips in a tender kiss. "But it's fine."
Keng responded with equal enthusiasm, his hands roaming over Namping's body as they settled into a comfortable rhythm of kisses and touches.
He could feel himself growing hard again already, his body responding to Namping's proximity with an eagerness that both surprised and pleased him.
"Again?" he asked, his voice hopeful.
Namping smirked, his hand sliding down Keng's chest to wrap around his already hardening cock. "Oh, we're not done yet."
Before Keng could respond, Namping shifted position, straddling his hips once more. "This time," the vampire murmured, his red eyes glowing with mischief, "I want to try something different."
He positioned himself above Keng's cock, his hand guiding it to his entrance before slowly sinking down onto it. The sensation was overwhelming, the tight heat of Namping's body enveloping him completely.
"God," Keng gasped, his hands gripping Namping's hips as the vampire began to move. "I might die."
Namping chuckled, his movements slow and deliberate as he rode Keng with practiced ease. "What a way to go, though, don't you think?"