So this is my second story. I titled it after Forsaken by Korn that I had on repeat as I worte. Once agian excuse me for minor mistakes, and please enjoy<3
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Santi pulled his sweater around him tightly, and braced himself against the cold. He’d been walking in the night for sometime. Alone and in silence. Not a sound could be heard except his feet against the pavement and the blowing autumn wind. It was just him and the moon hanging overhead.
He walked alone past closed stores, and past empty parked cars. There was nothing on the sidewalk except debris. He walked under the dim yellow glow of the street lights, not knowing where he was going, only knowing that it was somewhere.
He walked several blocks more before a strong gust of wind blew behind him. Along with debris it also carried the sound of laughter. Santi’s heart skipped a beat. He peeked behind him, and saw nothing.
“Freaky shit…”
Santi muttered as he licked his wind-chapped lips. He bite his lip ring to kill the panic that was brewing. He decided to write the laughter of as the product of his over-active imagination.
He had finally calmed down, when he heard it. The sound of the footsteps behind him. He peeked behind him and he saw a person several feet behind him, their face hidden under a hooded jacket. Santi started walking faster to create distance between him and the hooded person, but the hooded person started keeping up with his pace.
“Oh fuck me….”
He broke off in a frantic run, crossing streets, turning corners and down alleyways. He ran as fast and as hard as he could. Ran until his sides hurt and his lungs burned from the chill in the air.
Santi turned into the corner of an alley which ended as a dead-end. There was no chain fence for him to climb up. Just the bricked back of a building. Sometime while he was running he had lost his pursuer. He decided to take the moment to rest.
He sat down with a plop against the brick wall, and concentrated on his breathing. The cool autumn wind felt good against his hot skin. He finally admitted it to himself. He was lost. He really had no idea where he was and how he got there.
“Fuck…”
He closed his eyes for a minute trying to stop the stinging tears in his eyes that threatened to flow. Then he started hearing it again, the sound of footsteps slowly walking towards his alley.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me…”
Santi stood up with his back to the wall and entered what he thought would be a threatening stance, trying to mask the real fear he felt inside. He’s mind started racing with thoughts about what’s going to happen. Is he gonna get mugged? Killed? He needed to calm his racing heart.
His body was stiff with anticipation, as he heard the footsteps near the opening of the alley. The footsteps stopped and at its entrance was, as Santi had predicted, his pursuer. As the pursuer walked towards him, Santi was analyzing his chances of succeeding if this ever turned into a fight. His pursuer was approximately his height, if not a head taller. There was something familiar about the way his pursuer walked and carried himself, but he just couldn’t figure out why. The pursuer kept walking towards him.
“Stop moving! Stay where you are!”
The pursuer laughed but he stopped. He was already close enough that Santi could see that the pursuer was a man. His shoulders were to wide to belong to a women. If this ever turned into a fight his chances of winning were slim.
“What do you want? Why were you chasing me?”
“I want you…”
The man took several steps towards him. Santi didn’t like the sound of his voice. He didn’t like the way he was responding to it, how his heart quickened its pace. He didn’t like that the voice was strangely familiar, he just couldn’t figure out why.
“Whadda mean want me? You want something I have? I swear I have nothing valuable!”
Santi noticed that the distance was closing between them.
“Stop fucking moving!”
The man was now standing in the middle of the alleyway, only a stones throw from Santi’s place at the wall.
“By I want you…I mean…I…Want…You…”
The mane slowly empathises the words, causing a shiver to be sent down Santi’s spine. There’s only ever been one person to say those words to him. He takes a step forward.
“R-Rae?”
Santi cursed himself for not realizing it sooner.
“Took you long enough.”
Rae closes the distance between them. They are now directly standing in front of each other. Santi reaches out and pulls down Rae’s hood revealing a head of black curls, porcelain skin, and grey eyes that he was familiar with.
“Why were you do-”
While looking at Rae’s face Santi notices something off about him. Instead of Rae usual grey eyes, looking back at him were bloodshot red ones.
“Have you been smoking something?”
He reaches out to Rae’s face. Rae leans into his caress.
“No, you know I don’t do drugs. My eyes just get like this when I haven’t fed.”
Santi stops his caress.
“Fed? Fed on what?”
As soon as he said that Rae grabbed his hand and bit into it. He bit hard enough that his teeth had drawn blood.
“OW!!! WHAT THE FUCK RAE! GET OFF MY HAND!”
Santi started pulling away, but Rae’s grip was to strong and he just bit deeper into Santi’s hand causing more blood to flow. Then he started sucking.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SUCKING MY BLOOD?!?!?”
Rae releases his grip, allowing Santi to take his hand back and nurse his wound. Rae licks his lip.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed but you taste really good”
Santi stared at Rae in disbelief. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Rae smiled letting him get a good look at his bloodstained mouth.
“Y-You’re a vampire…”
Rae flashed his fangs, as his proof.
“Took you long enough, I mean I know you were slow, but I thought the red eyes were obvious enough.”
Santi backed himself against the wall, he heart beating harder. Rae stepped closer and put his arms on both sides of Santi. Corning him against the wall. Santi tried wiggling away but Rae was now pressing against him. He was close enough now that he could smell the coopery sweetness of his blood from Rae’s mouth. He heart was pounding in fear.
“Are you scared now Santi? Don’t try denying it. I can already smell your fear, I can taste it. I can hear you’re heart racing…or is your heart racing because of something else.”
Santi’s body was burning, he felt as if he was on fire. Rae nuzzled the side of Santi’s hair to expose his neck. As soon Santi’s neck was exposed Rae slowly slid the tips of his fangs against it. The sensation made Santi feel as if he’d been electrocuted, he was having trouble stifling the moans he wanted to release. Rae replaced his fang with his tongue now. It felt so good that Santi’s knees started buckling.
“I forgot to mention, vampire saliva is a natural aphrodisiac. You should be feeling it now.”
Rae stopped his licking his neck and bit down. The sudden stabbing pain sent Santi flying his head back against the brick wall. He felt a rush as Rae started sucking his blood. He wanted to put his hands up and push him away but for some reason his hands weren’t moving. The only place that was responding was his cock. As Rae bit into him he was grinding his leg in between Santi’s legs, stimulating him and making him hard.
Rae stop his sucking and kissed Santi with his blood stained mouth. He forced his tongue in releasing a trickle of blood into Santi’s mouth before pulling back. Santi gagged as he swallowed his own blood. His breathing came in quick little pants now. He was burning up so much. He could already feel his cock dribbling in his pants.
“I think you’re ready now. I wanna show you something really cool that only I can do. Look closely.”
Rae took his hands off the wall, with nothing left to support him Santi slumped down to the floor. He looked up at Rae not knowing to expect. Rae stood in front of him and barred his blood stained fangs. Then out of nowhere appeared an exact copy of Rae. Identical in everything from the hair down to the same exact copy.
“What the fuck?”
Santi didn’t like the way the Rae‘s were looking at him now. There was hunger in they’re eyes.
“Isn’t this cool? I can make copies of myself. And there’s something I’ve always wanted to do.”
Both Rae’s were upon Santi now. Grabbing at him, tugging off his shoes, pulling off his pants, unzipping his sweater and pulling up his shirt. He was left in his boxers and laid on one of the Rae’s pinned his arms against their lap. The other Rae was licking his chest biting and nibbling at the piercing he had on both his nipples. The Rae pinning his arms down was kissing him, stifling any chance of protest.
“Don’t you like this Santi? You’re body’s so sensitive now that just biting and licking you has you about to cum.”
He grabbed the outside of Santi’s boxers and pulled. Santi gasped as he was exposed suddenly to the night air. Rae looked at his new acquisition and liked his lips.
“You’re twitching so much Santi, I can only imagine how much your sweet little hole is twitching.”
Rae grabbed Santi’s one of Santi’s flailing legs and put it over his shoulder, opening Santi wider. He bent down until he was level with Santi’s ass and used his fingers to expose Santi’s hole. He let out a stream of air against it. Santi tried breaking free but couldn’t. He flailed his free leg and tried kicking Rae. Rae caught the leg before it managed to hit him. He put that leg on his shoulder and leaned down once more.
Using his fingers he opened Santi up and slid his tongue in. Santi squirm at the warmth of this sudden intrusion. He stopped thinking a while ago. He was just crazy with the warmth.
Rae lapped up the bundle of nerves. Licking, and licking relentlessly. He licked until he had Santi squirming and moaning into second Rae’s mouth. Rae took his tongue out and replaced it with two of his fingers, causing Santi to let out another moan at this change. As Rae was fingering Santi with his free hand he started slowly stroking Santi’s cock. He then lowered he head on it, making sure to lick and tease Santi’s fernum piercing on the side of his shaft. He swirled his tongue around the leaking head of Santi’s cock, and took it as deep into his mouth as he could.
Santi couldn’t contain himself anymore. He was going mad with all this pleasure. He needed release. He needed it now. It felt it burning up inside him. Building up. Rae’s tongue against him, and his fingers inside him just felt so good. He let out a moan.
Rae gave Santi a good suck when it happened. Santi couldn’t hold on anymore. He arced his back as high as he could, and released his seed into Rae’s awaiting mouth. Rae swallowed every single drop, and made sure not a single drop was left over. He stood up walked over to second Rae and sat down beside him. He pulled an exhausted, naked Santi up into his lap as second Rae disappeared.
“Hey Santi, wake up.”
Santi felt himself being shaken, and pressure on the lower half of his body.
“Santi, wake up.”
He felt his cheeks being kissed.
“If you don’t wake up I’m gonna rape you in your sleep.”
He felt a sharp pressure on his neck, making him waking up with a gasp.
“Finally your up. I was getting lonely.”
Santi blinked several times, adjusting his eyes to the darkness of the room. He had been sleeping the entire time, with Rae in the bed beside him.
“What were you dreaming about? I woke up cause I kept hearing you moaning, and squirming. You even came.”
Rae was right. Santi felt the stickiness of the cum in his shorts. He started blushing, thankful for the darkness, he couldn't believe he just had a wet dream about a vampire threesome. Santi turned his face away from Rae who was straddling him. Rae was looking at him intently trying to figure out what Santi’s dream was about. Santi took a breath cracked a smile and asked.
“Are you sure you aren’t a vampire?”
