The everyday monsters in our lives

It felt rather heavenly, far more than it had as a human. He felt every stroke so differently and it was driving him crazy. It really didnt take long for him to be on edge and as the vampyre noticed, the whisper was making him gasp. “Oh fuck… yeah, oh.. Cesare your hand.. I..” he moaned, looking into the seafoam green eyes that he loved, gripping him by his hair softly, not rough or hard at all as he could. His moans deepened and drew out as he gave in, feeling the warm seed spread over his stomach by each jerk that the vampyre made. It was so warm, far more than his skin. He was panting and heaving softly for air, closing his eyes to let the high make his whole body relax. It felt relieving. He hadnt felt this relaxed in ages. “That was so good… I love you so much.” He whispered with a hasty breath.

The kisses were nice but he definitely felt a little too overwhelmed to be entangled completely. Where their skin touches, it was like he was being poked with a thousand needles, and yet he craved it too. Craved closeness while his body needed space. Had the euphoria dumbfounded him completely? He held onto the vampyre, panting and gasping softly, just keeping his eyes closed. “Was it worth the wait?” He asked a little out of breath, opening his eyes to look at the vampyre. He loved him so much.
When he had calmed down a bit, Cesare asked a good question. But Joe wasnt sure what to answer. “I.. am not sure.” He had to admit. Like sure, this they just did felt amazing, but it was also a good starting point. Taking things further so quickly could end badly. “Is it still considered pressure if it’s because I really really want to but I dont know if it would be pushing myself too far?” He asked. Sure, the vampyre would never pressure him. He never had that feeling. But himself? He looked at the vampyre’s lips, feeling the hunger that he had ignored get stronger. He moved his hand up to touch his lip. Just running his index over the silky soft texture.

The question about the offer made him frown a little. No, he wasnt! He pulled his hand off the vampyre, feeling betrayed by himself and that stupid hunger. He wanted real food not souls! Some good protein and some carbohydrates! Like a sandwich! Not the essence of someone else’s life, no, he couldnt! The conflict was clear as Cesare offered his help. Joe looked at him with a frown. Tge last vial was picked up and he was handed the vial. It was the last one. The vampyre pleaded with him. Could he do it for Cesare? Eat another soul so that his hunger was soothed? He felt like a piece of shit for not having a clear answer to that. The vampyre flipped the situation to if he had been the one refusing. “I would have made you drink it even if I had to force you. Blood and a soul isnt the same. No matter what I do, someone loses something forever… No I cant. I cant do that.” He said, shaking his head. He was stubnorn and he had made up his mind. Which only left the vampyre with one option if he wanted him to eat that soul. He moved over to place the vial on a nightstand.

He was sure that the vampyre had to be disappointed in him so as he was suddenly kissed and pushed back, it was fair to say that he was confused. His thoughts however cleared as the vampyre pulled at him, feeling how needy he was, listening to his moans. The daemon had no idea, giving in to the vampyre with ease, moaning at the feeling of his length. Cesare was tricking him well and it wouldnt even occur to him that this was a ploy. “Cesare.” He moaned, feeling rather aroused and needy by how they were grinding together. His hands moved up to touch the cold body, loving how intense it felt to have them rub together. The kisses he returned, making out with the vampyre, almost forgetting how to even breathe. When Cesare broke it off to then grab him before pouring the vial into his mouth, Joe did start to struggle, but he was too hungry to spit the soul out. He swallowed and his eyes began tearing up as he looked at him. The hand kept him in place but he didnt struggle either. “You…” he muttered, looking almost betrayed. But how could he be angry at the man he loved? He sniffled, shaking his head. “I feel so disgusting. I dont.. feel good.. I’m a monster.” He whined, because that was what filled him now. He had felt so good when Cesare had been tending to him, and what was it now?

The vampyre’s question was valid but Joe didnt know. He felt him grind against him, his moan mixing with the soft whimpers. Why did he still love him? Why was he still rock hard, just one thrust from connecting them? His eyes were vulnerable but he didnt even know where to look as Cesare breathed him in. When the vampyre pulled away, Joe looked at him, his eyes welling up as he listened to the half threat half promise, half declaration of why it could and would happen again. He however did listen, hearing what Cesare wanted him to know. But couldnt he see that Joe just couldnt? He would never eat souls and not feel horrible! Nevee! He refused to believe that he could change his mind. “I dont get it. I dont understand why I’m not the worst person possible in your eyes.” He said, gritting his teeth as he looked away. “Push inside.” He muttered. He could feel him. He wasnt sure what compelled him. The need to be punished? Or the need to feel loved and wanted? Maybe a bit of both? He was a daemon now. He was far more versatile than he had been as a human.

The daemon felt the cold hand force his head right back for their eyes to meet. Though he didnt look at him before he had made his mutter, to then look at him with vulnerable teary eyes. Couldnt he see that Joe just either needed to feel like scum or be proven wrong? That the vampyre loved him the same or was willing to treat him like he thought he deserved. It seemed that the vampyre wouldnt just do it and it had been a good call. It felt better to start with the fingers. He moaned, pushing his head a little back into the pillow. “You’re biased in what your boyfriend deserves.” He argued, because he surely thought less was deserved. But they probably could spend all night arguing back and forth and get nowhere. It was quite intense already and Joe tried not to squirm. “It’s always with you.” He whispered, moving a hand up to touch the vampyre’s face. “Harder.” He spoke through slightly gritted teeth, feeling it quite intense as it was but it could be more. It had to be more.

Joe saw how his demand wouldnt be met and maybe it was good. The daemon was far more complicated than he had been as a human, and the vampyre probably remembered all too well how that had been. He was still hurting over his own actions, looking for a way to hurt like he felt inside. While he seemed rather affected by the denial, would he be grateful once the emotions had settled inside of him. He didnt answer the reminder but rather just moaned and let the vampyre do as he pleased. It felt quite good to be stimulated, even with a reluctant touch. He relaxed and felt himself adjust slowly. The third finger had him grit his teeth, reaching up to grab the vampyre’s shoulders, trying not to dig his nails into his skin, though his grasp could probably be felt. The moans and praise in his ear made him whimper, shaking his head. He couldnt believe it now. When Cesare pulled his fingers out, Joe was panting softly, feeling rather stretched out. At least enough for the next step. “I cant.” He said with a trembling voice as the hurt was still getting to him. “I dont deserve you. Or this” He whimpered, shaking his head, feeling the tears roll down his cheeks. “I’m scum.”

Joe looked at him, his eyes saddened but he fully believed his own words. Was he aware of the effect his words could have on the vampyre? No, not really. So when Cesare confronted him in a soft whisper, Joe just looked at him, tears still running down his cheeks. Why was he hurting him? He didnt know. It just felt so natural. Like he was compelled to view himself like this, say the words he did. He didnt even think of what they could do.
He felt the cold face press against the nape of his neck, his body shivering lightly but not from the cold. The cold could never bother him, especially not as a daemon. He was speechless but he listened. The words at least soothed the ache in his heart. The list of wants made Joe frown lightly. He had never considered those things. But then again, did he not before this relationship consider relationships at all in the slightest.
He lifted his hands that were shaking a bit, moving them up to press against the vampyre’s back, hugging him closer. It could never be Cesare’s fault. If anything, it was Joe’s fault. The pendant wouldnt have been gone if he had stayed off work when it had been dangerous. And Cesare would’ve never almost died! Now he was hurting him too and he began crying as the vampyre seemed to think it was his fault. “It’s not your fault. Please dont say that.0 he muttered, moving so they could look at each other. He moved his hand up to touch his face, wiping off some tears with his thumb. He leaned up to connect their lips tenderly, kissing him softly. “I love you. I love you so much.” He sobbed, his voice trembling and shaky with emotions.

He did hear the vampyre’s plea but was it really that easy? He doubted it very much. The vials he could agree to. But both were still evil in his mind. The one being worse didnt outrule the fact that someone had to suffer in the end so he could live. He would have been better off as a vampyre. But maybe that was the point. He looked at the vampyre, tears still slowly making their way down his cheeks as he looked at him. “I’m too selfish to die. Not when I have someone to look forward to.” He muttered, kissing the vampyre’s lips, slow and tender. It was a long step for him to even be remotely close to not wanting to live. But he did have to work on his self image and how he had to adapt to this new life. “I cant promise you I’ll be fixed. But I promise that I’ll love you the same as the night we shared under the stars.” He said, still rubbing the blood stained cheek from red tears.

It was nice that Cesare clarified that he didnt want him fixed. But the specification of what he was asking did kind of feel like Joe had to be fixed to do it. Feeding was his biggest issue in all of his transformation. He frowned at the remark of being force fed. He wasnt exactly in good humor, so he took it seriously. And yet what could he do? He couldnt promise that it wouldnt be like this from time to time. 
Their foreheads then met and Joe felt a little shameful as the vampyre brought up what the daemon had asked him to do. It hadnt been right of him to do that, but he had in the moment just wanted to feel anything, even if pain. “Okay. I wont ask again.” He said with a sigh, before he looked at the vampyre to signal that he meant it.
The question of getting out of here made Joe frown. He reached up to grab the vampyre’s face, looking at him seriously. “It’s not your turn to spoil me.” He reminded him. This was what was normal for Joe; well, maybe not a motel but the lack of luxury and dirt. “This is what you’re gonna get. It was what I could afford.” He said, touching the vampyre’s face with gentle strokes.

The daemon most definitely wouldnt give up on this place over somewhere fancy. So the vampyre shouldnt even try to change his mind; it wouldnt work. But it didnt seem that Cesare wanted to do that anyway. He hummed at the feigned forgetfulness of the vampyre. Joe wouldnt hold it against him. He moved his hand from the vampyre’s face, to gently hold on to his neck.
He listened to the suggestion, or rather the implied idea of how to use this temporary rundown accomodation. The kisses he welcomed, his hands grasping softly at the cold skin that had warmed up under his touch around the vampyre. Now as a daemon, did he work differently. He didnt get cold the same way he could as a human. It didnt drain him to warm up the cold vampyre the same way. The mention of a condition made him hum in curiousity before their lips met.
“You really dont want the full bold and broke experience, huh?” He asked. Yeah, a slight tease for the vampyre who seemed to enjoy luxury. He smiled a little after that, scoffing at the question. “Actually. I want us to go out tonight. A little date. My treat.” He said, running the hand on the back of his neck up into the messy hair, gently running his fingertips over his scalp. “Do you dare to accept it?”

“… About time I humble you back to your roots then.” The daemon said with a smile as their noses were nuzzled. He still wanted to propose the date. At least get a feeler for it. It was against what Louis had wanted for him, but at this point would he have to accept if she didnt want him to come back after this. The condition of not spending money made him frown lightly. He kept a serious facade while the vampyre teased him. “Are you mocking me now?” He asked, looking serious before he scoffed and chuckled. “No, it should be money free and simple.” He said, smiling softly. He felt more relaxed now than he had before the vampyre got here. “I should uh… go clean off. And maybe you too.” He said, looking down the both of them.