The everyday monsters in our lives

He kept his eyes closed as Cesare began touching his knee. It was an odd feeling. Like he was being tickled. But luckily he adjusted quickly. The touch over his thigh made him jolt before he drew in a shake breath, if the vampyre had puled away, he’d reach out and grab his hand to put it back. He was too stubborn to give up. He did kind of like this, but he was also annoyed at himself. When Cesre reached his shoulders, would he open his eyes a little, looking on the floor. The mutter made his heart best faster, much faster than it had as a human. His cheeks warmed up with the rest of his body too. The touched moved behind him and he could look at the floor no while he felt his touches.
“Have you been studying me?” He scoffed, leaning his hand back into the back that was massaging his scalp. He groaned sofrlt, enjoying it quite a lot. The question about touching his skin made him shake his head. The touch on his high had been intense as it was. The suggestion that he’d touch the vampyre made him hum. “Take your clothes off.” He muttered softly. He knew he wss a hypocrite. But this seemed to be what he needed.

The retaliation only made the daemon smile a little, chuckling as he found it funny but he also appreciated it. That Cesare cared enough to learn his body like that. He didnt mind that the vampyre wanted to go slow. It was maybe better than if he fully undressed and Joe wouldnt know what to start. “I’ll look.” He assured him. He watched it rather clearly, every button and it’s texture being so different. He felt like he had been watching the world with a sand filter all this time when he had been a human. Everything was sharp now, it was so detailed. He could really see the perfection in the vampyre’s skin now, but he could also see if there were small fine scars for whatever reason. They were too tiny for a human to notice. He reached over with both of his hands to press his palms onto the vampyre’s chest. He looked at his hands, slowly dragging them around, pressing his nails lightly down into the skin to pull down. He could see the skin’s subtle reaction to then quickly disappear. It made him do it again, slowly scraping his nails around just to see what it would do.

The tease made him remove his hands a little, just watching the skin to see that there were no trails of how he had been scraping him. The reminder made him look at his hands. Odd how he as a human wouldnt have been able to pull or push the vampyre, and now he had to worry that he would scratch him? The encouragement made him reach down to grip the vampyre’s hips, slowly squeezing. When the vampyre reacted, Joe halted, though he realized that he still had a lot of strength to go. It felt almost scary. And yet there wasnt an instinct to press hard. Mostly because it was been the same as a human, he had never squeezed Cesare tight or hard in any way when they were like this. He saw the skin’s elasticity, listening to the vampyre as his hands were guided back up to the exposed chest. He reached moved to stand on his knees, leaning closer as he looked at his hand on the skin. “You’re beautiful.” He muttered, running a finger along the vampyre’s collarbone, the other hand still gripping onto his hips. He released the skin and moved both his hands up to the vampyre’s face, touching him in soft innocent touches. His index ran slowly over his lips, his palms framing his face. He leaned in to connect their lips, his shoulders shivering from how intense and good it felt.

Even the vampyre’s tongue felt different and though his brain was still trying to take everything in, it was like his body knew and reacted. He was getting warmer by the way his heart began to pound. He needed to feel his lips and when he did, his whole body was buzzing lightly. It was addictive and new, and the moan made the hairs on his neck stand up. He could have kept going when the vampyre pulled away but he realized that he was a little out of breath. “They do.” He muttered between his soft pants, looking at the vampyre, holding his face a little.
He was let go and the vampyre moved. The inviting urge made the daemon move slowly, getting distracted by the fabric of the mattress for a moment but then he moved up on him, sitting on his lap with his knees on either side of his hips. Joe was heavier than he had been as a human, solely because of how everything inside of him was more dense now. Bones, muscles, everything had changed to become stronger and more durable. He looked around the vampyre’s face before he touched his mouth again. He grabbed his chin softly to make him open up. Leaning down, he licked his lower lip to grit his teeth swiftly before moving on. He would greet the vampyre’s tongue, but then also slide his tongue over the vampyre’s sharp fang, barely feeling pain as he began to bleed. His tongue returned to the vampyre’s, smearing the blood around between them slowly.

He felt the firm grasp but he wasnt really thinking either before the vampyre pulled away. He looked at Cesare, seeing the confusion and then the hurt. He began apologizing and felt how his face was cupped. “I’m fine. I’m not hurt.” He answered before he reached up to pull the vampyre’s hands back down to his hips. He had been sort of focused on that feeling so the blood didnt occur to him. His system was different now, blood was not needed anymore, so his body didnt react to it. Being a daemon had robbed him of a lot of things that made him human. Hating the smell and sight of blood was one of them. He most probably would react out of habit once everything had settled but for now was there too many things to choose between for it to matter. He leaned down to connect their lips again, grasping at the vampyre’s shoulder before he dragged his bloodied tongue over his lips again, wanting more.

Joe was enjoying it while he was also getting used to how it felt. How intense and raw it felt. He hadnt ever realized before how their tongues touching had just been the amazing feeling of their tastebuds rubbing together and now he was relishing it. He could feel the vampyre grow hard and as he began grinding himself, Joe took a breather. He was panting a bit more than before, feeling so hot and warm under his clothes. “I love you too.” He muttered in return. He noticed the vampyre’s tremble, looking down at his hands that seemed so eager for something. The cold hands moved under and Joe grit his teeth as he did feel the cold now that he was warmer. Even if it didnt make him shiver as a reaction to cold, he instead shivered in reaction to how good it felt. “Torturing?” He repeated, looking up at the vampyre, blinking a few times. “Am I torturing you Cesare?” He asked, still holding onto him by the shoulder, feeling their skin and temperature differences so clearly.

Joe grit his teeth as he felt the fingertips dig into him, looking at the vampyre as he listened to him speak. Though the words made him feel tingles in his stomach, in sense he couldnt have felt as a human. The way Cesare moved, his moans. It was all so new and yet intriguing. Joe did want more but he couldnt say how. He didnt even know what he wanted because he didnt know what it would feel like until it was happening. The suggestion was maybe good. But Joe frowned, looking down. It seemed that Cesare quickly picked up on that and he looked at him. Quite vulnerably too. The confession surprised Joe a little. Was this new for him too? “I-…” he said, before he paused to think. His hands were mindlessly touching the vampyre’s skin, like his thumb rubbing over his collarbone. “Let me watch you.” He then said. He wasnt sure he could handle being touched differently than these light touches and grabs. But Cessre didnt need to adjust like that. “Then I wont be torturing you.”

Seeing Cesare frown, he was a little confused. The confession however cleared it up rather quickly. He was quiet as he thought about it, so he might have seemed a little distant. The apology made him shake his head lightly. There was no need to apologize. The suggestion was perhaps for the best and Joe got off him before sitting on the bed. He was touching the fabric, scratching it and exploring it before Cesare opened the door. All the sounds that had been blocked became clearer and Joe couldnt help but listen to it as it was right in his ears anyway. It was odd. He didnt know if he liked that. It had maybe been the right call not to just head outside. “Close the door please.” He muttered, lifting a hand to his ear. “You havent upset me. What you want is what you want. And the same goes for what you dont want.” He shrugged, looking back down at the fabric, frowning lightly as he saw a loose string. He pinched it and pulled, to then realize that he was tearing a hole. He quickly let go and frowned. “Sorry.” He muttered. He didnt know if he could ever get used to this? It seemed like so… much? And this was only the bodily adjustment. Another whole hell would be when he finally began to realize what he was.

He watched the vampyre pull a hole as well but he wasnt sure he found it comforting. It was still ruined. The ponder didnt really help either. He could feel how expensive the fabric was. And he didnt like it. It was really him coming from nothing that was getting to him. His chin was lifted and he looked at the vampyre. The question made him frown a little before he pulled away from the hand holding his chin. “I didnt think.” He said, looking away. Now that he was being confronted with it, he got defensive. “And you liked it anyway.” He said, shrugging as he wasnt sure what else to say. “I’m not in the mood to talk about it.” He then just said, getting up, moving away from the holes that had revealed a whole new fabric underneath. He wished he could turn it off. Just not feel, see or hear everything the way he was now. It was almost good that the vampyre wasnt really breathing because that might have pissed him off.

Joe wasnt really angry with the vampyre, but he was quite agitated with everything. Worst of all, was that he didnt even feel tired. He felt refreshed and new and yet stuck with everything that had happened through the day. He just stood there in the middle of the room, closing his eyes and mostly just listening to the sounds around them. He listened to the vampyre, drawing in a deep breath before he sighed. He really was an open book wasnt he? The whisper made him frown a little before he opened his eyes. He stood for a bit in his own thougts before he moved over to lie down. “Come hold me.” He said, even if he was angry and upset, was he not trying to torment the vampyre in this either. It was already enough that he had to suffer on his own.

Some days passed and Joe was adjusting but he also wasnt really. He was starting to be able to filter out everything that he saw, everything that he felt and all the noises of the city. He was at least able to handle the terrace door being open. What he struggled with the most was feeding. It could make him so endlessly angry that he wasnt even sure he was really himself. And that was bad. He refused to eat and if the vampyre insisted, the newborn daemon had no quells with starting a fight. And that was probably what hurt the most. He knew he was being cruel to the man he loved. So one day he called it quits. Not them, but them spending time together while he was so out of touch with himself, trying to figure out the world. He just couldnt deal with another anger outburst towards the vampyre who was really the last person he wanted to be yelling at. So he went home. Regardless of how much Sadie wanted to be alone. He didnt really care.

[Texts between Joe and Cesare]
[Joe:] I’m sorry. I love you

“Hey.” He greeted her, moving over to sit on the couch, ruffling up his hair before he sighed. There was no answer from the vampyre but could he really say he deserved one anyway? He had been horrible to the man that was just trying his best to help him. It felt shitty. He glanced over at the pictures Sadie was looking at. But he couldnt be bothered with the past now. He got up and went to his room. Everything looked so weird and different. He moved over to lay on the bed. Somehow he managed to fall asleep. But he woke up so hungry. It was painful how hungry he felt. He got up and went to the kitchen. Grabbed some food that was maybe past expiration date but it looked fine by all means, which he could say confidently now with his improved vision. He made himself some food and tried to eat it but it didnt take long for nausea to kick in before his body simply expelled it like had it been bad. He began whimpering and sobbing, his head at himself. He refused to believe this. That he had to go feast on others. He decided to go out, which was maybe the worst idea yet.

He wandered and though it didnt seem like it, he was struggling more being outside. Everyone was inviting, everyone that he passed felt like food to him. He could just reach out and pick one. It felt that simple and that was really scary. At some point his mind just clicked off from the hunger and he scanned each and everyone passing. Maybe not that subtle, but it would only really be visible to those who looked for that kind of behaviour. He ended up finding a human, a blonde girl that stood all by herself. He was smaller than her too, so that was bad news for her. Her question made him frown a little, though he didnt answer. She seemed kind. He would feel bad about this. But for now he was hungry. He placed a hand at the top of her chest and pushed her back with ease. His hand moved up to cover her mouth. Why did it feel so natural? His body moved all on it’s own. He spread his fingers to expose her open mouth if she had tried to scream, before he leaned down. He didnt know what he did, but he felt something slip out of her between his fingers and into him, and it gave him strength. It soothed the hunger. And yet he felt like he wanted more.