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Pure Vanilla was a vampire. Shadow Milk knew this, as it was made clear very early on in their relationship.
The man would only go out at night, except for a few occasions, in which he was very covered. Whenever they went out on a date, Pure Vanilla never ate much, but always had a red drink that he never told Shadow Milk the contents of.
Shadow Milk did think he was just a bit eccentric at first, but Pure Vanilla told him on his own, not wanting to keep such an important thing secret.
After that, Shadow Milk always found a way to tease him—making those long fangs pop out.
They were out on a little date—at night of course—at a small cafe. It was tucked away on some little street in the city, making it lesser known, and easier to not bump into anybody.
Shadow Milk sipped on a café au lait, watching his lover across the table.
Pure Vanilla was beautiful, as always. His long blonde hair made him seem like some angel, even though he was basically the opposite.
Small places like this sold blood products. As Pure Vanilla explained it, knowing a few vampires gives you a lot of connections, and many small businesses are owned by them.
Which was how he managed to get a mocha with blood in it.
The vampire looked up, “Hm? Is there something on my face?”
Shadow Milk shook his head, smirking, “I’m just thinking of how hot you are.”
Pure Vanilla’s face turned a little pink.
“You are as well…”
Shadow Milk loved teasing Pure Vanilla. He always had the best reactions.
One thing Shadow Milk learned was that if he flirted enough, Pure Vanilla’s fangs would come out. They were so hot.
“Honestly, I was so happy that I got to see you today,” Shadow Milk started, taking a sip of his drink, “I was looking forward to it, I practically spaced out at all of my classes today. I even made a lot of mistakes at work. But, it was worth the wait since I got to see you all dressed up for me. I don’t think I’ve said it enough, but you’re gorgeous tonight.”
Shadow Milk wasn’t even trying that hard, he was just stating the truth.
Pure Vanilla did make him happy enough to be on his mind all day. It would be an understatement to just call him beautiful. His multi-colored eyes, that long hair that definitely was hell to take care of, his outfit too!
It may have just been a coat over a turtleneck and some low-waisted pants, but damn they showed off Pure Vanillas curves perfectly.
When Shadow Milk looked back up from his drink Pure Vanilla was looking back at him, his face red and his mouth slightly agape. Those long fangs peeking out just slightly.
“Vanilly~” Shadow Milk said in a tune, “Does it make you happy—”
“Shadow Milk.”
“Eh?”
Pure Vanilla stood up, "We're leaving.”
“Huh? But we just got here?” Shadow Milk complained, “I didn’t get to finish my café au lait!”
Pure Vanilla made sure to place a small cash tip on the table before grabbing the other’s hand and pulling him with him.
“Huh? Vanilly? What’s gotten into you?” He asked as he was dragged out of the establishment, “Did I tease you too much?”
Pure Vanilla stayed quiet, taking him to a secluded alleyway, shoving him against a wall.
“Ow… Vanilly, what are—”
Shadow Milk paused, looking his lover up and down. His hair was a mess, his chest rising as he breathed heavily, there was even a bead of sweat on his forehead.
“You’ve been teasing me all night, you think I haven’t seen the way you’ve been looking at me?” He said breathlessly.
Shadow Milk hadn’t expected his little rant to set the vampire off so much. He’d never seen Pure Vanilla worked up like this.
“Well, I can’t help it, you look so good…” Shadow Milk muttered, trying to defend himself, “Plus, your fangs…”
Pure Vanilla’s eyes were lidded, looking at Shadow Milk like he was a snack. How could he turn up the opportunity to tease him some more?!
“My fangs…?” Pure Vanilla questioned softly before leaning into the other, laying his head on his shoulder.
Shadow Milk could feel his fangs graze the delicate skin on his nape. The vampire could bite him right now and he’d have no complaints.
Pure Vanilla’s hands wandered Shadow Milk's body, eventually ending on his hips. A quiet whimper fell out of the vampire.
Shadow Milk sighed, he didn’t think his little night date would end with him in an alleyway with his lover drooling over his shoulder and poking him with his hard-on.
Shadow Milk put his hands on Pure Vanilla’s back, rubbing up and down.
“Nilly, do you—”
“Can I bite you?”
“Huh!?”
Pure Vanilla moved his head off of his shoulder, looking at Shadow Milk with that same hungry look. To him, Shadow Milk smelt delicious. A blend of sweet milk and blueberries. He could only imagine how wonderful he tasted.
The vampire got closer, kissing him. Shadow Milk leaned in, returning the kiss.
They had always kissed, but this was different. The usually calm and collected Pure Vanilla was desperate, pushing and pulling at his lover.
Suddenly, he bit down on the other’s bottom lip, eliciting a yelp from Shadow Milk. A small, but steady stream of blood flowed from the open wound. The bright red standing out in comparison to the lips it dripped from.
The smell of iron pricked at Pure Vanilla’s nose, that wonderful familiar smell. He never drank from others, so he wasn’t used to the buzz of making another bleed.
He tested a lick, it was as delicious as he believed it would be, if not more.
Soon, he found himself sucking on Shadow Milk’s bottom lip, the wonderful smooth flow of blood trickling down his jaw, it tasted of blueberry milk.
Overwhelmingly sweet, but not too much for him.
He almost failed to notice the man under him shaking with pleasure. Soft moans left Shadow Milk—he never expected Pure Vanilla to actually drink from him.
It may have always been in his fantasies—but his lover was an anxious mess! He always said it was too dangerous, not wanting to hurt the one he held so dear.
Pure Vanilla let go, licking at the wound, as if apologizing without words.
“Nilly…” Shadow Milk moaned, “God, you’re too much.”
Pure Vanilla's once cloudy eyes cleared up, his now sated hunger knocking him back into his senses.
“Shadow Milk?” He whispered.
Shadow Milk had fallen onto him, laying his head on his shoulder—mirroring what he had done earlier.
“I gotta take a lil’ nap,” He mumbled, putting his full body weight on the other.