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***

"Why did I ever stop having sex?"

Vanessa sighed, moving hair away from her, several loose strands between fingers. She dropped those onto the floor, making mental note, to vacuum later that day.

She rolled over, kissing Vlad's collarbone. He was dozing, murmuring, woman pondering whether or not to listen, or get up, fill kettle, ready two mugs, box of tea and jar of coffee.

***

"You would tell me, if I hurt you, wouldn't you? I cannot bear the thought of me damaging you..."

Vanessa's stomach jolted.

"Of course I would. And, you haven't, I assure you."

Vlad seemed pleased with this answer, apparently unable to wake up. Woman considered peeking under duvet, helping his transition to wakefulness.

She hadn't yet looked upon him, man informing her he was badly scarred, woman unbothered, wanting to prove that, pushing the issue disrespectful, Vlad regarding his body in less than attractive ways...

***

'That wouldn't be right. He wouldn't be aware, conscious enough to consent.'

Twitching fingers remained above sheet. Pearl blues followed razor sharp jaw.

"I've loved you for centuries..."

'Come again?

Is this?

You aren't talking to me, are you?

Oh, by David Bowie's hair!'

***

"No. I'm not doing this."

"Hmm?"

Vlad was woozy, hunger clawing, invisible hands pulling him upwards, towards the kitchen. He fought them, batting them off.

"Don't act like you don't know what you just said."

Vlad sat up, woman leaving bed, man seeking her body heat. He moved into the dent she left.

"I'd like you to leave, please. How many blood bags do you have in the fridge?"

"Two."

Vlad did not move, Vanessa getting antsy, moving up and down, feet wanting to turn, body following, away from man.

"Vanessa. I apologise, but my mind, as I have informed you has an uncanny knack of recalling my wife. Sleeping next to you pulled more up than I thought it would."

"How am I supposed to react to that? You did the one thing I asked you not too."

Vlad's face turned into solid, impassive stone, eyes hard, jaw set.

"Never look at me like that again."

Scorn filled Vlad's eyes, derision hollowing cheeks, annoyance setting jaw. This pissed Vanessa off, woman holding tongue, focusing on making breakfast.

"You can come back, finish those," she opened fridge to grab tub of butter, gesturing to bags of haemoglobin, "its only fair. I won't throw them out."

Vanessa ignored Vlad's apology, in the form of him, lowering his head, hair masking eyes, beginning to water.

***

He huffed, attempting to sift out hurt, locate logic within sands grains.

"Huffing?" Vanessa took the sound negatively. "How immature. You have centuries over me. You also have hands. If you aren't done, I'm sure you can find someone with distinct lack of moral scruples and lack of brain cells..."

Vlad choked, throat sealing. He'd swallowing the damn sand...

***

"You expect me to act, say 'I love you,' call you pet names and fawn? This isn't a film."

Throwing up her hands, Vanessa went to grab plate, everything shaking. Woman did not want to have to fish pottery shards out of her carpet, before they embedded themselves in her foot.

"You're insulting me. Do I have to slap you?"

Man couldn't respond, his world turned to black, shadows enveloping form. He curled up on the couch, beginning to shake.

"Do I need to make you scream my name, so you recall it, even in your dreams?"

"Nightmares..."

Vampire got out, hitch in his voice audible, louder than he knew. Blues widened, woman ceased pacing, folding arms, concern sweeping through mind.

***

"Your...words imply that," Vlad's throat convulsed, Vanessa making her way over, kneeling beside him, "you wish to...see me, again."

"See? No." Woman snorted softly. "Feel? Fuck? Yes. Blindfold me, and call me cynical? Or Justina, if you want. I will allow single slip up."

"How," Vlad smirked, woman offering hand, man taking it, placing it over his heart, "magnanimous."

"Its beyond fucking magnanimous really. I forgive you. I haven't experienced the loss of a loved one. I cannot understand your grief, the stages it has. I will not put length of time on those."

"But, you did..."

Vanessa sighed, eyes glistening.

Vlad began phasing out the room, ambient noise, Vanessa, as mind toiled, two entities did battle, wounds inflicted for him to know, and her to, hopefully never find out...

***

'Think of their differences now...'

Vlad cursed, this voice was truth, spinning its tale childishly, pouting, vehement.

'Vanessa argues...

Justina does...did not.'

Tears fell freely, cascading, shiny slopes he yearned to wipe away, rid himself of the traces of agony.

'Justina was pure, pristine.'

That was anger, the demon inside, yearning, in equal measure to be set free, to sink teeth into woman, nails into her throat.

'Vanessa? Taste her blood and see. Filthy, impure.'

Vlad raised brow, first voice correct in its views, second incorrect in its assertions, its findings.

He did not recall her tasting rotten...

***

More to the contrary, sugar corroding teeth, causing tingles on his tongue.

The second voice wished Vanessa would slip, injure herself, give him excuse to drink his fill...

Or, at least have a few, less than cautious licks, lap up her vital fluid like cream, all while Vanessa glared daggers at him, wishing to ram one into his chest, and another where the sun didn't shine...

***

The sun did not shine for the vampire. Its embrace was reserved for those worthy, deemed worthy of being alive.

Vanessa. Vlad needed her to be his sun, his compass, his destination, give his life meaning. Something other than cutting, supping, tricking and fucking.

Those four things were constant, single assurance he had.

He wished for Vanessa to be that single, the first assertion.

He could not say whether or not she wanted the same...

***

"Want something to eat?"

Vanessa squeezed Vlad's hand, pulling him from daze.

"This?"

She had walked to the fridge, opened the door and gestured to blood bag. Man smiled, despite himself.

"Thirty seconds? You don't have to speak. I've just shouted at you, after all. God...nod or shake your head?"

Vlad's smile grew, pearly whites slightly sharper than woman recalled. He nodded.

"You're hungry, hangry, as am I."

Vanessa put blood pack into the microwave.

"Should I poke a hole in it? Will it explode if I don't?"

She shuddered at the thought of having to clean up someone else's blood.

Her own, she could deal with.

Someone else's, splattered all over where she prepared food?

Woman fought off the thoughts, observing man.

***

He'd now sat up, one leg under him. He nodded a second time.

Poking hole in the top of the bag with fork prong, Vanessa pressed a few buttons, thirty seconds appearing on the screen, light behind door, plate inside appliance revolving.

***

"I woke up on the wrong side of the bed...," woman mused, "no, really. I sleep on the right side..."

Man huffed, woman registering that was silent laughter.

"I misheard you earlier, didn't I? I thought you were mocking me."

"I couldn't ever manage that. Vanessa. I owe you a thousand apologies, yet I know they are not enough."

"I owe you even more..."

Closing eyes, the microwave pinged.

"Need a mug?"

Vampire nodded.

"A tissue? I sure as fuck do."

Vlad stood, making his way towards sink, the cupboards above it containing mugs.

"I should clean myself up, sort myself out. I don't want you to go on bad terms. I'm so sorry for saying that."

"You wouldn't have said it, if you did not mean it. I shall finish this, change and take my leave. I shall not, however leave on negative terms. My mind was doing what yours was. You voiced it, is all..."

"Oh?"

Vanessa smirked, half inside her bathroom.

"Tell me, sometime?"

Leader hummed, drinking his breakfast, satisfied groans with it.

NSFW/MA.

***

"Neck, wrist, thighs and earlobes are fair game. Do not, under any circumstances bite my nipples or labia, or I will hit you. Fair warning."

"Okay. All of me is fair game."

"Really? All?" Woman paused. "I don't think I'd be comfortable doing that, not below the waist, anyway."

"You don't have too."

"Scratching?"

"Yes."

"Good." Vanessa smiled. "I love that."

"Nothing much hurts me, anymore. I was tortured for days before I was forced to become what I am."

"Yikes. You don't need to speak about it."

"Short version? My brother grew angry, because our Father gave his title to me, not him, the eldest, as per-usual. He had my wife killed, three of my children, and myself tortured. A maid ran with my son, clutched in her arms. They escaped, I learned much later. Radu made me imbibe tainted blood of the first, true ancient, a malevolent entity. I had no choice, was spurned from the God I served, and buried alive."

Vanessa's jaw worked, Vlad finally getting opportunity to thread digits through long, silken hair.

She looked up, kissing his jaw.

"You don't need to apologise, scorn my brother. The former accomplishes nothing, the latter I have done more than enough of..."

***

Sitting on his lap was lovely, woman taking small steps towards, potentially something else?

It had been some time, however, Vanessa concerned her body may not do what it usually did.

What it usually did, when she was properly, thoroughly pleasured.

***

"In this instance, apologies are crass, pointless. I will refrain from speaking about your family, I do not have any right to do so."

Vanessa slipped from his arms, turning, squinting blues.

"No macho displays of 'I've got a bigger cock than you.' I despise those. I couldn't give a flying fuck whether or not that's true."

"You insult me, Miss Dawes."

"And you amuse me, Mr Impaler."

She laughed, man standing, making his way to her room, telltale signs of lust creeping across face, her body, head keeping themselves in his direction. She couldn't look in any other direction, sense trained on vampire.

***

Vlad slipped into woman's bed, arm behind his head, lazy, contented smile on his face, free hand beckoning Vanessa.

"Do assure me you won't just lie there..."

"I will lie here. What I do with my hands, tongue in the meantime?"

Oh?

Oh...

Oh, fuck.

***

Damn the man, damn the utterly atrocious glint in his eyes.

Damn the smirk plastered across his face.

He wanted to give Vanessa the one thing that made her utter noises, loud noises.

He said he didn't have 'powers,' yet he read her mind, without her needing to utter single sentence?

He saw through her, woman pane of crystal clear glass, desires tendrils appearing behind it, slithering, woman's reflection being teased stunning her into silence.

Vlad watched her, azures sharpening, focus honed on woman. He did not need 'seduction,' techniques apparently acquired over hundreds of years non-existent.

He wasn't a gaunt sex pest, society merely painted him as such, brush bristles rough, scratchy.

Man wanted sex, sought yes, it, but seducing young, vulnerable women, and fucking them so hard, they bled, soaking, staining the sheets, him, defiling their body in the process?

Never.

'Never.'

***

Undressing herself, Vanessa flushed, biting lip as she slunk into her bed, beside man, wondering why she reacted like love-struck, dumbstruck teen, with little to zero knowledge of foreplay, which she assumed would happen.

She needed it to happen. She felt herself quiver, blood heating, heart begin to flutter.

She needed that little bit more.

No, she needed much more, an inordinate amount, requiring orgasms, inordinately happy that the man beside her couldn't give two fucks, concerning 'women should be seen and not heard.'

She would be heard, strain her vocal chords, squeal herself hoarse.

***

'There's a thing...'

She hadn't told him she was unable to scream. She squealed, squeaked.

If Vlad wanted her to scream, like he was murdering her, he'd have to find himself another woman. The idea of yelling in someone's face, when they are trying to make you happy was strange to Vanessa.

She much preferred staring them down, letting them feel, as well as watch her, toppling down the mountain.

***

"May I?"

Vlad had his hands above duvet, eyes on the ceiling. As soon as she entered the room, shed her clothing, the vampire gave her respect, permission needed to look, touch.

"Yes. May I?"

Vlad shook his head, wiry hand cupping her cheek as he rolled over, kissing her deeply, woman scrunching fists, nails, she was sure leaving imprints in palm.

His hands removed cover, prompting woman to close her eyes. Vanessa did so, not without fair amount of trepidation blooming in stomach.

***

Slim fingers took time in their explorations, Vlad finding Vanessa did not acquiesce quickly, she kept quiet, fine hairs on skin raised, little else happening.

He knew what she wanted, wiggling legs, curling toes, murmurs leaving mouth, those plush lips darker, blood drawn to them, man knowing they'd be distinctly delicious when around him, those puffy cheeks hollowed, woman stoking coals in his chest, lava flowing throughout him, begging to erupt, pour into her.

***

He rolled her, so her hips were above his head.

That was when he heard it, that unmistakable hitch of breath, Vanessa beet red.

Experimental licks, slightest touches were not viable options.

Human needed to let go, let vampire expunge preconceptions, fracture her sanity.

She preempted what it would feel like, forgetting Vlad was not any of the men she'd slept with. He knew where she required attention, tongue seeking parts of her that certainly were far from 'dead,' as far as one could possibly be.

Man wanted to tell her something he deemed vital, mind repeating words Vanessa could not hear.

'Do not make noise, simply to flatter my ego. Its been flattered enough. Moan because you want too.'

***

Vanessa's breathing became ragged, chest heaving, hands seeking purchase on something, anything, Vlad's arms first idea.

They were svelte, willowy, woman worried she'd crack bones, with the force she exerted, when she let go.

Vlad was a vampire, yes, but did that mean his body was able to endure much more than her's? If she gripped him, dug nails in, seeking anchor, would that hurt him?

She shook her head of that thought, dark tresses swept over shoulder, increasing waves from her abdomen downwards throwing her head back.

***

The idea was abandoned when Vlad's index finger ventured inside her, crooking, man knew, he fucking knew exactly what to do.

Vanessa burned, sweat itching her face. She was beginning to seep, man absorbing her, melding with her, gluing face to her, drinking her in, woman unable to take it, waves ever closer, body threatening to cave, Vanessa plastering hands on the headboard, small bit of wood held onto, for dear life.

***

She squealed, sound far from exquisite 'waif-like, angelic gasps,' Vanessa was too busy being thrust into Heaven, (too far gone to think of being 'ladylike') until the built up sin inside her was released, freed of its bond.

Irony was delicious, as was Vlad's mouth, honey sweetening kiss.

A vampire had taken her to that plain, all whilst the pair knew he would fry in Hell...

***

"Unless I call your name, no one would have an inkling anything was going on, at all. The neighbour to my left is deaf, and the one to my right is blind. If they want to band together, complain? I wish them luck..."

Vlad smirked, capturing Vanessa's lips, wanting her to say it, his name.

"How cruel..."

"Coming from you?" Hah!" Vanessa snorted. "That's adorable."

Man pressed himself against woman's thigh, latter missing the indescribable feeling of making a man hard, and not merely because she flashed some flesh.

She made him hard simply by being her.

***

"Squealing? That's a new one, on me."

"You wanted a screamer?"

"That would be obnoxious."

"A medium-level moan?"

"Whatever you like."

"So long as isn't yelling. Don't worry, dear General. I am incapable of speaking in capitals."

They laughed.

"Can I swear?"

In response, Vlad throbbed, nodding, predicament obvious.

"Fuck yes..."

Vanessa turned, favourite position achieved.

Spoon. Minimal movement, felt bloody brilliant for both, was not romantic, but romance wasn't on the cards.

This was lust that needed sating, plain and simple.

***

Vlad eased his way into Vanessa, former hissing, riled snake, latter moaning, jaw falling open.

She grabbed man's hand, wrapping digits around her hair. He pulled it, yanking her head back, woman whispering 'yes,' rushed, raspy, man taking breath away.

Vampire exercised degree of caution, he could rip the strands out of her skull, if he used too much force.

But Vanessa wanted him to hurt her, so, he did.

Both knew if it got to be too much, one word would cease it at once.

They knew that word, though neither uttered it...