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“I dare you to go inside the abandoned house at the top of the hill!”

Mina yells out after a few moments of humming and scratching at her pink curls. Katsuki sighs in annoyance when she brings the abandoned house in their neighborhood for the fourth time that month.

“Why are you so fucking obsessed with that dilapidated pile of wood? S’nothing there anyway.”

Katsuki clicks his tongue and reaches for his glass of lemonade, purposefully ignoring the disappointed groans of his friends.

They’re all out in his back garden, relaxing and catching up on what everyone’s been doing. With Katsuki, Jirou and Sero off to college, Kirishima, Mina and Kaminari busy with work there’s not much time to hang out. But they’re here now, in the Summer breeze, sitting on picnic chairs under the orange setting sun.

Katsuki’s mom came out earlier with a tray of lemonade and snacks, despite being told ‘don’t fucking bother’ by her son. Although his friends had been overly grateful to his old hag, as if they hadn’t brought their own drinks and snacks to share.

He still doesn’t like the way Kaminari keeps complimenting his mom. He especially hated when his friend offered to help the old hag with gathering their empty glasses the second time she came with a refill for their drinks.

“Haven’t you heard the rumors, Bakubro?” Kirishima jumps to Mina’s aid, just as gullible as the girl is. “They say a vampire lives there.”

Kaminari nods his head fervently. “I heard that too! And it’s so close to your house, how come you haven’t seen anything?”

With an exaggerated roll of his eyes, Katsuki give his friends an unimpressed stare.

“’Cause there’s nothing there to fucking see! Aren’t you idiots too old for these dumb stories?”

To his left, Sero snickers while munching on a handful of pretzels. “I’m with Bakugou on this, guys. Don’t know who’s been feeding you these lies, Denks, but vampires don’t exist.”

Kaminari whines, leaning into Kirishima who’s now patting his shoulder in a pacifying manner. “How are you so sure it’s not real? You haven’t been there!”

“Why don’t you go check it out if you’re so curious, Kaminari?” Jirou peeps up from her spot, leaning forward to jab at the boy’s side. Denki jumps at the poking motion and reaches back to push Jirou lightly, “Because I don’t wanna be turned into a blood bag!”

Ruby eyes flicker to the top of the hill at the end of street in the neighborhood. Katsuki huffs out a breath, then licks his lips to chase away the remnants of his lemonade.

He’s heard the rumors alright, about how there’s strange noises and shadows coming from the mansion, though only at night. It didn’t take long for the people, mainly the kids, in his neighborhood to talk about a creature that lives there. Katsuki doesn’t know if he wants to believe all that bullshit, it could very well be some homeless person seeking shelter or dumb kids trying to scare their neighbors.

“I get it now, Bakugou. You don’t wanna go because you’re too scared.” Mina speaks up again, her face of understanding cracking under the obvious glimpse of a poorly disguised smile. “We won’t make you go if you’re afraid.”

The bait is so obvious that Katsuki doesn’t even know why he’s wasting his time trying to prove them wrong.

“M’not fucking scared! It’s a waste of time if you morons wanna play in an abandoned house at night.”

Kirishima chuckles behind his hand, before he reaches forward to fist-bump Katsuki’s knee. “You’re the toughest out of all of us, Bakubro! Since you’re so sure there’s nothing there, how about you go and prove us wrong?”

“And why the fuck would I do that, shitty hair?” Katsuki fist-bumps him in the forehead, the corner of his mouth itching into a grin when Eijirou pouts while rubbing the spot.

“Because you’re my best friend and the manliest guy I know?” Kirishima words it as a question, flicking puppy eyes at Katsuki in hopes of convincing him. Katsuki kind of wants to say ‘no’ just to hear what the idiots will come up next to convince him.

“No.”

He continues staring at Eijirou with an irritated expression in hopes that his friends will drop this childish charade.

“But Bakugouuuu…” Kaminari jumps with both hands clasped, kneeling in front of him, “We really wanna know if a vampire lives there or not.”

“Then go there yourself, dunce face!” Katsuki attempts kicking – gently – to get Kaminari to move back, but the idiot dodges the hit, as if he saw it coming. Is he that fucking predictable?

“You know I don’t do well in dark and abandoned places. And plus, since you don’t believe in the rumors, you won’t get scared as easily!”

By this point, even Sero and Jirou are shooting him curious glances, and soon, Katsuki’s pinned down by pleading stares wordlessly encouraging this ridiculous nonsense. Seeing as he’s effectively cornered, he can’t do anything but accept begrudgingly. He knows he could very well brush their dumb curiosities and tell them to fuck off and check the ruin themselves. But, he can’t lie, he’s a little curious too.

It might be just his overthinking or something else, but Katsuki swears someone’s watching him whenever he gets out of the house. Every time he feels the ghost of a chilly breath on the nape of his neck he zips around to find himself alone on the street. It’s…eerie, to say the least. Although he doesn’t think this has anything to do with the abandoned mansion in his neighborhood.

Maybe he’s just going crazy.

Maybe he’s insane.

And that’s the explanation to why Katsuki feels like there’s someone keeping an eye on him for the past couple of years.

“Alright alright. If it gets you to shut the fuck up I’ll go.” His brows furrow when he hears Mina and Kaminari cheering victoriously, “But, once I come out of there, I don’t wanna hear another word about your dumb vampire, got it?”

The looks he gets aren’t exceptionally promising, which tells Katsuki this might not be the end of it, but he’s willing to give it a try.

“Good luck, Bakugou!”

“What the fuck? You’re coming with me, don’t think you’re getting out of this so fast, shitty hair!”

“We’re coming with you, but we’re waiting outside. I’m really not trying to get myself bitten by a vampire.”

Mina shudders, getting up from her chair and grabbing her jacket. The rest follow suit, everyone except for Kaminari.

“You too, Denks.” Sero nudges him after getting to his feet, only to get a guilty look in turn.

“I think I’m fine. Someone has to keep miss Mitsuki company while you guys are out, right?”

Katsuki knows the old hag asked his friends to call her by her first name, but Kaminari’s really playing with fire at this point. He doesn’t know if the fact that his dad is still at work is what’s fueling his friend’s bravery, or the fact that by this point Kaminari has no sense of preservation left in his bones.

“Stop calling my mom that, dunce face!” Katsuki punches him in the shoulder, not so lightly, feeling a little pleased with himself when Denki groans in pain and throws him a glare. He didn’t even hit that hard. He grabs Kaminari by the collar of his shirt, “If we find the vampire I’m telling him to get you first.”

Yellow eyes narrow at him in disbelief.

“Not if he sucks your blood first. With that attitude, I wouldn’t be surprised if you pissed off the vampire and it tried to kill you-“

“Let’s go already!” Jirou pushes the both of them towards the small patio leading to the front of the house and the main road.

Katsuki curses under his breath when he realizes he’d forgotten his hoodie on the back of his foldable chair, and is left in cargo pants and a sleeveless shirt. At least the mansion isn’t that far from his house. He’ll survive a little cold air, he thinks, as he buries his hands in the pockets of his pants.

A shiver runs through him, the back of his neck prickling with frigid tremors.

Yeah, he’ll be fine.

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“Okay so, you go in, take a selfie on the top floor so we know you didn’t chicken out of this and come back.” Jirou tells him the moment they arrive at the front of the abandoned house.

The mansion is big, not as dilapidated as Katsuki made it out to be, but a good look at the dusty windows and unkempt front yard tells you enough about the lack of residency on the property. There’s dark maroon splattered stains of…something at the front door, which Katsuki likes to believe is paint, and not blood as Mina implied.

Vampires don’t exist. And neither do other mythical creatures for that matter. His idiot friends can believe in those things as much as they want, but that won’t make them real.

He’s going along with this whole farce just to humor them, but most importantly, to prove them wrong.

“Alright, want me to film a whole ghost hunting vlog while I’m in there too? Shame we didn’t bring a pair of night vision goggles.” He says, tone full of sarcasm, which Kaminari doesn’t catch onto, unfortunately.

“I have a pair at home, I can make a run for it and bring them if ya’ want.”

“Don’t fucking bother, I think this is enough.” Katsuki dismisses him, flashing his phone torch at them.

“Ahh, this is so spooky! Bakugou, yell out for help if you run into the vampire, okay?” Mina waves her hands in front of her, wiggling in place to shake off her nerves, but with the way she’s squirming, it’s most likely not working.

Katsuki knows about her interest in occult stuff, she, Jirou and another one of their friends from high school, Tokoyami, have their own little meetings where they talk about this shit. But she’s never done well when it comes to anything else involving scary things.

“I’m betting 500 yen he’s punching the vampire!” Sero calls out, jingling the change he has left in his pocket.

“I bet 1,000 yen Bakugou will come out screaming in fear.” Jirou joins, hiding her grin behind a curtain of her straight edged bob cut.

“And I bet 15,000 yen there’s no one inside and you idiots are full of shit.” Katsuki yells out, before turning around without a second glance and making his way towards the front door.

He can hear his friends’ hollering behind him, but he doesn’t give them the opportunity to come up with some shit that he’s scared if he chances a look at them. With a shake of his shoulders to dust off the built up nerves that come with trespassing into an abandoned house, Katsuki tries the handle.

The front door is unlocked.

With little effort, and a very loud screech of the door’s rusty hinges, Katsuki now has a clear path inside the mansion.

“You can do this, Bakubro!”

He hears Kirishima cheering him on from where he’s standing on the street out front.

“Don’t get eaten by the vampire!” Jirou’s mocking yell follows, to which Katsuki raises one hand to flip them off with his back still turned to his friends.

He steps inside.

It’s pitch dark as soon as he makes his way to the center of the foyer, so he pulls out his phone flashlight. The interior isn’t as dusty and filled with cobwebs as he thought it would be, though it’s nowhere near clean. Katsuki guesses that if he were to sit on the sofa in the salon, a cloud of dust would seep out at the impact.

Howling wind comes through the barricaded windows at the back, not letting in much of any moonlight from outside.

Most of the furniture still looks intact, with a little wear and tear, but nothing’s destroyed as he expected it to be. Usually, when a house is abandoned like this, rarely does the interior hold up. It’s not that scary, Katsuki’s seen all this in movies before. He’s sure he played games that were scarier than this, so he shakes himself off and makes his way upstairs. There’s nothing to be afraid, s’just an empty old house, he tells himself.

Though, he can’t seem to shake the feeling that there’s a pair of eyes following him.

And it’s not his friends trying to catch a glimpse of himself through the dirty windows, though he’s seen them looking around from outside.

As bad as this sounds, Katsuki is almost certain he’s not alone in here.

Well, worst case scenario for him is he stumbles upon some guy who decided to take shelter in here for the night. Best case would be he runs into a family of squirrels or other critters.

The stairs creak when he makes his way to the first floor, grating at his ears. Despite the wood feeling sturdy enough to not snap under his weight, Katsuki tries to keep his footing light so he won’t step right through the planks.

The upstairs looks comparatively tidier to the downstairs, although not by much. There’s several doors, some of them left ajar, along with a double glass door leading to the balcony. Katsuki makes his way to where he thinks the bedroom is, likely the biggest room on this floor and the one that has windows facing the front of the house.

He should be able to take a selfie from there to prove to his idiot friends that there’s no vampire in here and that this is all a made up story to scare kids.

The moment he steps inside the bedroom – confirmed by the king sized bed in the room – the door shuts behind him so hard it rattles against the wooden frame. Katsuki jumps at the loud sound, goosebumps pricking at his uncovered arms. He eyes the door, then looks at the windows, noticing one of them is opened.

It must’ve been an air current, he reasons.

The steps he takes towards the middle of the room are more hesitant than before, breath hitching in his throat. In his very dry throat actually, he notices as soon as he tries to swallow. Running a hand through his hair to try and calm himself down, Katsuki notices that he’s starting to sweat.

Why the fuck am I getting worked up over this shit? S’just a shitty made up story, and there’s no vampire or other dumb thing living here-

The room is plunged in darkness, which causes Katsuki to drop his phone. It lands on its back, the light from his torch dispersing instantly.

It must’ve been the curtains, he thinks, as there was enough light coming from the lampposts outside and the moon to make things a little visible in here. But now everything’s pitch black.

What the fuck?

He says as much out loud, trying to sound as threatening as possible in case the morons he calls friends are trying to pull a prank on him. “Ha ha, really fucking funny, dunce face! This won’t work on me.” He calls out, before crouching down to grab his phone.

When he moves the light around, he finds a lone lit candle on the bed nightstand.

Odd, he doesn’t recall seeing that when he first walked in.

Shit, does that mean someone’s in here?

Turning around in an attempt to walk out the door, Katsuki is met with another lit candle. This time on top of the dresser. Two more flicker to life, this time the ones hung up on the walls.

This must be some kind of prank, because there’s no fucking way-

“I’ve been waiting for you to come here.”

His fist lunges out on instinct. The second he hears a voice that’s very clearly not his own whisper in his ear, Katsuki’s ready to swing. His hit doesn’t land and instead his fist connects with air.

“Oi, what the fuck’s going on here?” He pockets his phone and readies his fists to lunge again, in case whoever came to mess with him tries to pull something on him.

An icy touch caresses down the side of his bicep, followed by a flow of cold air dancing around his shoulders. No matter how fast he reacts and turns to hit, Katsuki can’t seem to fucking catch a glimpse of this asshole.

“Don’t be so hasty, I don’t bite unless you ask me to.”

There it is again, that fucking voice. It almost sounds like it’s echoing inside his head, but he swears he hears it in the room with him.

The same cold touch makes contact with his skin once more, only this time is reaches for his face, tilting it to the side. Steel grey and sea foam blue comes into view, lighting up the room more intensely than the glowing candles. Pale ivory skin, along with silky two-toned(?) hair and a prominent marring around the blue eye paint the picture of the man’s face.

The man who’s now standing before Katsuki and watching him with curious eyes.

Katsuki wrenches himself out of the guy’s grasp, shivers trickling all over his body at the sheer cold of his frozen skin. The stranger’s mouth purses into a polite smile, top lip rising just enough for a pointy tooth to peek out.

What the fuck?

“Who-what the fuck are you? And why the fuck are you here?”

Katsuki stammers out, not really willing to stay behind and hear what this weirdo has to say. He’s walking backwards in the direction of the door, hand fumbling for the doorknob. He comes out with no luck, the door is locked, for some fucking reason.

“My name is Shouto. No need for introductions, I know who you are, Katsuki Bakugou.”

His eye twitches, air punched out of his lungs when the weirdo- Shouto says his name out loud. He has half a mind to break down the door, but something about the strange aura floating around the guy tells Katsuki he might be unsuccessful in such feat.

“How the fuck do you know who I am? I’ve never seen your face around here, you half and half weirdo!” Katsuki points out, having the dreaded feeling that this guy might be a fucking stalker.

“Hmm, I’ve seen you around. You and your friends are quite loud, you know.”

Chancing a swift glance at Shouto’s frame, Katsuki takes in the vintage looking attire- black dress pants, white button up shirt with ruffles at the front, tucked into a fitted black and red vest. Tied around his shoulders lies a dark cape – who the fuck wears capes nowadays, huh? – which leads Katsuki’s stare up to the white and red hair, perfectly split down the middle, the red half slicked back to reveal the scar over his left eye.

“Why are you dressed like that? Halloween’s not for another 3 months.” He blurts out the words at the sight of the ridiculous clothes, but Shouto doesn’t seem to catch onto it.

Katsuki watches as the man looks down at his clothes, with a look that says ‘what’s wrong with my outfit?’ which makes him think this Shouto guy must be some kind of an airhead. He’s only wasting his time with this shit, might as well try to get out while the half and half bastard is distracted.

Pulling on the door doesn’t seem to work, neither does shaking at the doorknob. He could try climbing down the window, he’s sure the distance from the first floor to the ground isn’t great enough to cause him any injuries if he were to jump down.

A chilly breath stops Katsuki from turning around.

A sturdy body pins him in place, making it almost impossible for him to turn around, lest he might come literally nose to fucking nose with Shouto. A sudden wave of blazing warmth washes through him, dizzying Katsuki on his feet.

“Please don’t go. I’ve been wanting to meet you for so long, Katsuki.”

With a grimace, he grits out, “What, you were fucking stalking me?”

The vampire hums, vibrations pressing right against Katsuki’s back. They’re really fucking close, yet instead of feeling scared or appalled, the young man can’t find it in himself to push Shouto away, as bewildering as that might sound.

“Hmm, I prefer to use the term ‘admiring’.”

Katsuki spits out a scoff, it all sounds like bullshit to him.

Although, this might explain why he’s been feeling watched for some time now. But that doesn’t explain why he never saw anyone.

What even is this guy? Could he be…no, that’s fucking ridiculous.

“You’re not human, are you?”

Katsuki asks carefully, the prospect of Shouto being something other than human would…explain a lot about his strange appearance and his now admitted habit of ‘admiring’ Katsuki. It should sound alarming, though to the man’s ears it sounds like a confirmation that he’s not actually gone insane.

“Was I that obvious?” Shouto drawls, planting both hands on the door, effectively caging Katsuki in. Although, the light flex of his arms tells Katsuki he’s not exactly trapped. He could get out of the guy’s grasp…but why isn’t he doing it?

“What d’ya want from me, half and half bastard?”

Why he’s not calling for help, Katsuki isn’t sure about that either. Surely, if he were to yell his friends would no doubt hear him. There’s something holding him back. He’s not a fucking freak, but, Shouto is quite attractive.

He groans, thudding his head against the door. He doesn’t even know the guy, and to make matters worse, Shouto’s been fucking watching him- or following around, Katsuki doesn’t even know the extent of what this half and half weirdo’s been doing. Surely, if he wanted to kill him or whatever the fuck, he would’ve done it already. Right?

“You.” Shouto whispers in his ear. “I just want you.”

That…was not what Katsuki expected. The deep baritone voice sends shivers down his spine. A cold hand presses against his shoulder, only emphasizing his exposed arms.

“And what do I get out of it, half and half?”

Maybe he is insane.

Maybe he’s gone crazy.

To proposition a stranger like this – a vampire no less, if the rumors are true – and to not cower in fear at the vulnerable state he found himself in. Shouto is still pressing against his back, now with more intent when he leans into Katsuki’s frame and ghosts the point of his nose along the expanse of his throat.

Katsuki hears the harsh inhale of breath, feels the exhale waft right against his pulse.

“Have you ever had sex with a vampire, Katsuki?”

His brain turns to mush at the implication, hot arousal coiling in his gut. It makes him throb in his pants, knuckles going white with how hard he’s fisting his hands.

Katsuki turns around, coming face to face with Shouto’s pale expectant face. The vampire’s slightly taller than him, effectively drowning him in shadows as wide shoulders block the glow from the candles. His build is lithe, but when ruby eyes graze over the taut front of the white button-up and the way black fabric hugs over powerful thighs, he knows Shouto isn’t weak. Bastard must have some supernatural strength, if all the stories about vampires are true.

There’s no time to feel shame about being attracted to a vampire he just met, who’s also admitted to having had his eyes on Katsuki for quite a while now.

Shouto is an attractive man, enveloped in the mystery of an inhumane creature.

“No, but I’m about to.”

Rough hands grab at the ridiculous ruffled shirt and pull Shouto forth into a bruising and very uncoordinated kiss. It’s all teeth – and fangs, he notes with a wince – at first, but they soon find themselves on track when the vampire cups his cheek and guides Katsuki into a better position.

It’s nothing short of exploratory filthy and sloppy, there’s no time to waste with the soft shit. Katsuki’s growing hotter and hotter by the second, his impulsive decisions being driven by how it feels to have Shouto’s tongue in his mouth, feeling pointy fangs bumping into his lip with every smack of their mouths.

Katsuki’s kissed a decent number of people in his life, nothing to boast about, but he wouldn’t say he has no experience at all. It also means he has something to compare Shouto’s kissed to. And Shouto’s kisses are…so much more than what he thought kissing could be.

It’s all consuming. Katsuki feels himself burning from the inside. Feels sweet molasses coursing through his veins and rushing to his head. He feels light on his feet, like he’s about to float his way all the way up through the roof. But that’s not possible, Katsuki can still feel the ground under the soles of his shoes, the door pressing into his back and Shouto’s firm grasp on his hip and the edge of his jaw.

The desire in him grows heavy, rendering him warm and pliant in the vampire’s hold. Katsuki’s no easy lay, but he’s never felt this fucking good just from kissing someone. It feels like he’s in a state between sleep and wakefulness, or better yet, feels like he’s been going days without sleep. But there’s no throbbing headache, nor is he eager to crash into his bed and sleep for hours on end.

Though, the bed on the other side of the room does look tempting to him right now.

While the vampire’s body is frigid like snow, his touch leaves behind a smoldering trail of fire all over Katsuki’s skin. It’s like he’s addicted to Shouto. Like no matter what he tells himself, nothing will be better than what the vampire is doing to him right now.

“You taste so good, Katsuki.” Shouto croons, licking the wet seam of his lips, tasting the delicious remnants of their kisses.

They pull back to catch their breath – well, only for Katsuki to do so, since the vampire looks almost the same he did just a few minutes ago – but still keeping each other close. His fingers are fisted tightly into the front of the vampire’s shirt, crumpling the fabric, but who fucking cares.

Katsuki has the sudden urge to see him out of it.

“You’re wasting time, bat. The idiots are gonna come looking for me if you don’t stop fucking around.”

Shouto looks visibly displeased at being rushed, pale pink lips pursing into a frown. Though the change in expression is rather small, Katsuki still notices, what with how close they’re standing. Defiant to being more time efficient, the vampire is reeled back in for another kiss, but this time it doesn’t last. Instead, he continues trailing small presses of his mouth down Katsuki’s jaw, all the way to his neck.

He should be scared, he should feel fear crawling up his spine and digging into his bones that this vampire is going to bite him and suck him dry of blood. Maybe leave his empty body right here. There’s not an ounce of apprehension in Katsuki’s body.

Impatience bubbles up inside him, wanting to feel more.

“You either get on with it or I’m leaving-“

Shouto drops to his knees, the loud thud of him hitting the floor resounding in the room.

“Fuck.”

Katsuki’s breath hitches in his throat when he looks down. The vampire’s eyes have glazed over, no doubt his own look the same, and is now holding Katsuki’s stare as he leans forward to nuzzle the thick bulge in his trousers.

Surely, Katsuki must’ve fallen through the stairs of this ruin and hit his head or something cause this…not even in his wildest dreams could he have come up with what’s going on right now.

Katsuki has a vampire kneeling at his feet, rubbing his face against his clothed hard cock and looking like he’s ready to devour him whole.

“I would’ve preferred to take my time with you, Katsuki…” Shouto starts, elegant fingers coming to unzip the front of his pants, revealing the chub of his erection and tended boxers. The vampire pulls those down too. “But you’re right, I don’t want anyone to interrupt us.”

Once again, his touch is cold, causing Katsuki’s skin to jump and his body to tremble when Shouto grabs a hold of his cock and starts stroking at an even pace. Heterochromatic eyes flicker between watching his expression and examining the way the hefty dick in his hand is spewing out more and more precum by the second.

Katsuki’s really fucking turned on right now. If he didn’t have the door as leverage, the buckle of his knees might’ve sent him tumbling to the floor. It’s not every day that you get a blowjob from who might possibly just be the prettiest man he’s ever laid eyes upon.

The more he looks at Shouto, the more he takes in his ethereal appearance and the graceful air with which he moves and touches him, the more Katsuki loses himself.

All thoughts of how he’s going to walk out of here and face his idiot friends after this vanish from his mind. He’s got more important things to worry about right now.

That being, the glinting of Shouto’s sharp fangs poking at his dick.

“Oi- don’t you fucking bite me, half and half! I’ll still kick the shit outta you if you try something funny!”

He hopes the whimpered threat is enough to scare the vampire into not biting his dick off.

Shouto’s knowing look paired with the sigh breathed right over his erection is enough to settle his nerves.

Vampires must have no gag reflex, Katsuki thinks, because as he watches Shouto with bleary eyes, he loses his breath the moment his cock is fully enveloped in the hot and wet warmth of his mouth. A pale nose is pressing into the ash blonde curls crowning his pelvis. Shudders wreck through him as he feels Shouto’s tongue slobber all over his length.

“Shit, you’re good at this, halfie.” Katsuki can’t help but moan, one shaky hand reaching to fist at the back of red and white locks. He doesn’t push or pull, just holds, as he needs some kind of leverage or else he’ll completely lose himself.

Shouto’s mouth pulls back to suck hungrily at the tip, then his cheeks hollow as he goes in once again, taking Katsuki fully into his mouth and starts swallowing around him. The short hairs at the back of his neck stand on end with every eager bobbing of Shouto’s head, with each stretch of his pretty mouth, and the more he takes him in, the more it makes Katsuki want to buck his hips forward and just fuck his face.

He’s trembling like a leaf, hot perspiration running down his neck and into his sleeveless shirt. It somehow feels like Katsuki’s getting the soul sucked out of him, right through his dick. But that’s not possible, is it?

“Oh my fucking god- Shouto, you’re gonna make me come in your mouth- fuck!”

He doesn’t fucking care at this point. He’d let Shouto do anything to him at this point. He’s too far gone to think about ethics and indecency and proper etiquette when he’s getting his dick sucked by a vampire.

Shouto hums around his cock, eyes closing in satisfaction when Katsuki spurts out globs of precum right on his tongue.

He should be appalled at how fucking eager Shouto looks to suck him off, to taste all of him, but the clear fire in his eyes and the restlessness in his movement only manages to turn him on even more.

Pulling back to lick his lips as if savoring the taste of Katsuki’s cum, the vampire brings two hands to his mouth and starts laving impatiently over them. He’s too dizzy and wired up on being this close to an orgasm that Katsuki doesn’t have it in him to ask why Shouto’s now licking at his own fingers, until he feels the same digits pressing wet trails in between his legs, tantalizingly close to the pucker of his entrance.

“Do you want this, Katsuki?”

He wasn’t expecting the question, but right now Shouto’s asking him for permission. It makes Katsuki feel less helpless and more like he still has some control over the overriding state of pleasure he’s in right now. He finds it hot, that the vampire who just made him sex drunk from a few kisses and a blowjob is asking him if he wants to fuck.

“Fuck you, bloodsucker.” Katsuki rasps out, breath ragged as he’s trying his best to hold back from coming right fucking then and painting Shouto’s pretty face with his cum.

“Maybe next time.” Shouto speaks up before he can finish, and swipes his middle finger over Katsuki’s entrance. His hole clenches as if on instinct, which takes him by surprise.

“Get on with it already, Shouto. Don’t got all night.”

Shouto frowns again, clearly displeased with his answer. What the fuck? Katsuki thought this guy wanted to fuck. What’s up with him now?

The vampire stands up, and, in a feat of supernatural strength, lifts Katsuki in his arms before walking them both to the bed. He deposits Katsuki on the unexpectedly soft mattress, then pulls down his pants and briefs, leaving him in only his shirt.

“I want you to enjoy this too, Katsuki.” Shouto says, out of the blue.

He crawls over Katsuki on the bed, mattress dipping under his weight. His cape comes undone, but the rest of his clothes stay on. With a quick glance Katsuki notices the tenting at the front of his slacks and feels a stroke of pride surge through him at the confirmation that he did that, to a vampire. Katsuk still hasn’t wrapped his head fully around that fact.

“What the fuck are you on about?”

He is enjoying this, but he’s not one to start spewing sappy shit to a stranger he just met. Katsuki does feel attracted to Shouto and is undoubtedly feeling the best he’s ever felt ever. No one’s touch had shaken him up quite like this.

But there’s something in the vampire’s eyes which tells Katsuki it’s a whole other story for him.

“I can’t make love to you if I know you’re not enjoying yourself, Katsuki.”

What the-

“Make love- huh?!” Katsuki coughs out, taken aback by the bold statement.

“You have captured my heart, Katsuki, even though I no longer possess a functioning one. I wish to make you feel good, even if it’s just once.”

The more he talks, the more Katsuki takes note of the significant difference in their ages. For his sanity, he doesn’t ask Shouto how old he is, as he can make a rough guess based on his timely attire and the state of the house he lives in.

Making an effort to show that he’s not doing this out of anything but his own volition, Katsuki pulls the vampire over him and wraps his naked legs around his waist. Shouto’s bulge brushes against his own exposed and wet cock, the touch causing their hips to jolt forward in seek of more.

“I would’ve clocked you over the head if I didn’t want this, you half and half idiot. Now fuck me before the morons outside think I’m dead and call the cops.” He cringes at his own words, as the mention of his friends isn’t the most pleasant of thoughts when he’s about to get fucked, but powers through and meets Shouto for another hungry kiss.

The vampire brings his fingers back, coated in what feels to be a wet and viscous lubricant, and starts opening him up at a gentle but efficient pace.

They’re really running out of time, as Katsuki would guess he’s been in here for at least 20 minutes now. But he’s also not fucking stupid to just get up and leave. Shouto feels too fucking good for him to move anywhere else but in rhythm with the fluid thrust of his hips against his own.

He opens up around Shouto’s fingers like he hasn’t opened up for anyone else, and with just three fingers Katsuki feels ready to take the vampire properly.

“’Kay, I think I’m good. Just- get in me, Shouto.” He whines out, neck stretching out as he tips his head back.

“You sound so good, Katsuki. Can’t wait to feel you around me.”

With every word Shouto breathes against his skin, more of Katsuki’s insides melt around him. He’s never been sweet talked the way Shouto is doing it right now, never had someone be so thorough with him – not that others had many opportunities to do so.

He should hate it, being treated like this. But his mind is running haywire right now and his veins are pumped with lust and want. Cheeks aflame and mouth parched and so fucking thirsty for Shouto’s kiss, Katsuki’s heart spikes in his ribcage as the vampire pushes inside him.

It’s a tight fit as he hadn’t taken a proper look at how well-endowed Shouto is, but Katsuki can feel it. He feels it alright, as it’s definitely much bigger than the previous stretch of his three fingers.

Doesn’t mean it feels any less satisfying. It’s a euphoric feeling, having Shouto thrusting inside him and feeling his mouth map out the exposed skin of his neck and collarbones.

“Fuck, that feels good- haah shit, Shouto!”

“You’re so good for me, Katsuki. You feel even better than I’ve imagined you would.”

Katsuki is sure he’s not even thinking straight right now. It shouldn’t turn him on so much to hear that Shouto’s been thinking of fucking him while he was stalking- ‘admiring’ him, which Katsuki should really think twice about. But he really doesn’t want to.

Not when he feels like he’s about to break in half with how his back is arching at the enrapturing pleasure. His vision is cloudy and blurry, either from the tears gathering from how close he is to coming or from how high on lust he feels right now.

“Look at me, baby. Yeah, just like that, Katsuki.” Shouto whispers against his mouth, bringing two fingers to angle Katsuki’s face towards his.

All he can look at are Shouto’s fangs, which now look to be sharper and longer than before. Katsuki finds that he wants to be bitten. Aches for it. And for Shouto to fuck even deeper into him so he can finally come on his cock.

Shit, he’s really gone crazy

With both hands clutching at Shouto’s shoulders, Katsuki exposes his neck and bares it for the vampire’s taking. He doesn’t miss the way blue and grey eyes widen in surprise and no doubt ravenous hunger for a taste, it makes Katsuki smirk. His grin quickly wobbles into another moan when Shouto hits his prostate dead on, causing his toes to curl in pleasure.

“Bite me, Shouto. I know you want to.”

The vampire looks hesitant, but the longer Katsuki stays like that, all open and vulnerable – no doubt looking like a feast for the bloodsucker – the closer Shouto leans in. His nose traces over the visible veins on his neck, then he brushes chaste kisses over his pulse.

“You smell so good, Katsuki. Your blood smells so fucking good- I just couldn’t get it out of my head.” He can hear the way Shouto’s obscenely sniffing at his neck, seeking the addicting scent of his blood. “No one’s blood smelled as good as yours.”

Shouto tilts his head down to briefly peck Katsuki on the lips, a sweet contrast to how he’s now harshly thrusting inside him, then tips his head back.

“I’m sure you’ll taste just as sweet.”

When he pushes all the way inside him, causing his legs to fall apart and insides to stir in immense satisfaction, Shouto bites down. His fangs break skin, allowing Katsuki’s blood to flow freely down his neck. The vampire doesn’t let it go to waste, not even the smallest of drops, as he starts to eagerly lick and suck at his neck, not ceasing his thrusting.

“Ahh Shouto, fuck- why does that feel so fucking good?”

Katsuki sounds delirious to his own ears. His words slur, interrupted by moans and grunts. His body feels weak and at the same time charged with the kind of electricity that makes him aware of all the points where his and Shouto’s bodies are touching.

“Gods, Katsuki, you taste fucking exquisite.” Shouto warbles through licks and bites and swallows of his blood.

His chest constricts, stomach swooping, can he get high off a vampire bite?

He’s about to tip right over the edge, everything gets too much for him. Shouto laving at his neck like he’s tasting the most delectable meal ever, the hard cock plunging inside him so fucking good and hitting his spot dead-on every fucking time.

Katsuki’s ready to explode.

“I’m about to come, Shouto- haah…”

Shouto licks one last time at the pinprick wounds on his neck, before coming up like he’s surging for air. His mouth is stained with blood and Katsuki finds that more attractive than he should.

“I got you, Katsuki. I’ll make you feel so good, my love.”

The kiss tastes like his own blood, but it doesn’t bother him at all. Can’t fucking care when he’s about to have what’s most likely to be the best orgasm of his life. He pulls on Shouto’s tongue, bites hard on it as he constricts and convulses around the dick pulsing inside him, the tight fit bringing Shouto over the edge with him.

“Fuck Shouto, Shouto fuck me- god fucking dammit!”

“Katsuki-“

Katsuki blacks out.

He comes so fucking hard and feels so fucking good he loses himself for a few moments. Or was it minutes? Fuck, he feels like he’s been plowed through the ground.

By the time he wakes from his reverie, eyes adjusting to the bleary light in the room, he has his clothes back on. Shouto’s still hovering above him, only this time he’s sitting on the edge of the bed with a washcloth in hand. Katsuki would take a wild guess and say the vampire used it to clean him up, as he can’t feel any of the residual cum from his orgasm anywhere on him.

He still feels obscenely open down there, the ghost of Shouto’s thrusts echoing inside him. Ducking his head to hide his blush doesn’t work, as he hears the vampire chuckle at his shy reaction.

“You haven’t been out for too long, if that’s what you’re worrying about. Though, you should get going, I can hear your friends getting impatient.”

Katsuki’s head jerks towards the still closed and covered windows and tries to peal his own ears for any sounds of the idiots looking for him, but he can’t hear shit. Ah, Shouto has vampire powers or whatever they’re called, right.

With shaky legs, Katsuki gets up and dusts himself, scrambling to think of what the fuck he should say. If there’s anything he could say in a situation like this. He turns to look at Shouto, who’s still patiently seated on the bed, looking up at him.

Like this, with his hair pushed back and curious eyes set on Katsuki, he looks- younger.

Lively.

Which is odd, because he’s supposed to be dead.

“Thanks, or whatever. It was good, I had a good time.” He curses himself at his awkwardness, but he’s never been good with words. Actions are more his thing, but he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to detach himself from Shouto if they were to get their hands on each other again.

“Likewise. I’m grateful you allowed me the opportunity to bring you pleasure, Katsuki.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes, the formality of the vampire’s words bringing an amused grin to his face.

“Stop talking like that, idiot. You sound fucking ridiculous.”

“I apologize.” But he doesn’t sound apologetic at all. Instead, he’s grinning up at Katsuki like a moron, eyes swimming in amusement and something else.

Something that Katsuki thinks he feels burning inside him too.

But, before he can dwell on what that means, he should really be on his way out.

“Fuck, I gotta go. So, yeah, see ya, half and half.”

Katsuki shoots him a brisk wave, not knowing what the fuck else to say to Shouto, and makes his way to the door. But as he presses on the doorknob, he feels his phone jostling in his pants pocket.

Shit, he was supposed to take a photo to prove to those idiots he was in here.

Shouto’s still watching him, though he’s stood up from the bed.

“Wanna take a selfie with me, bat?” The vampire’s dual colored eyebrows rise in surprise and he comes closer so Katsuki can catch Shouto in the frame as well.

“Oh.”

Shouto’s nowhere in the photo. When Katsuki clicks on the shutter and the picture is taken, he’s the only one in it. When he turns to look at Shouto, he sees the vampire pouting.

“That’s okay, we’ll try another day with a different camera.” Although Katsuki doubts anything else will work if his phone camera doesn’t, but his words cause the vampire to perk up.

“Another day? Does that mean you wish to meet me again, Katsuki?”

Ah, did he really say that? He must have, fuck. But it’s true. He can’t just walk out and forget this ever happened. He just fucked a vampire, there’s no way Katsuki can just go about his life and letting this opportunity slip by.

And it’s not just about the fact that Shouto’s a vampire, really it’s not.

Katsuki can’t help but feel attracted to him, in more ways than pure physical. He wants to get to know him, to learn more about Shouto, ask him why the fuck he chose to live alone in this dilapidated mansion by himself.

“I guess- yeah, we can meet again. I’ll come back when I’m free okay? I have to shake off these idiots first, alright, pretty boy?”

Vampires must not be able to blush, but the way Shouto tucks his chin to his chest and bates his eyelashes at Katsuki tells him a flush should be there, painting over the ivory of his skin.

Before he can walk out into the hallway, Shouto reaches forward to connect their lips in a parting kiss.

“Untill next time, Katsuki.”

“Yeah, till next time, Shouto.”

As he walks down the creaky stairs, Katsuki thinks, he’s royally fucked isn’t he?

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“Pay up, there’s no vampire living here.” Katsuki announces, showing his friends the selfie he took showing just himself in the bedroom on the first floor of the mansion.

His friends scramble to look at the phone with varying expressions, some of them groaning in defeat at learning that the rumors were false. Katsuki does his best to dodge all the questions regarding how much time it took him to come out, which he pats himself on the back for.

Eijirou might bring it up later, so he’ll have to think of ways to evade his best friend’s interrogation.

Sero and Jirou are rummaging through their pockets to hand Katsuki the money, when he hears Mina screeching. He turns his head and sees her pointing at him with a hand over her mouth.

“Bakugou! What is that on your neck!”

“Jesus man, what the fuck happened to you?”

“Did someone maul you inside there?”

Katsuki’s brows pinch in question.

“What the fuck are you morons talking about?”

He now shifts his gaze to Jirou and Sero who stare at him in what could only be called horror. One of them turns the phone so the screen faces him. Katsuki squints his eyes at himself and is about to say that there’s nothing wrong with him when his eyes land on the two punctures on the side of his neck.

Fuck

That’s where Shouto bit him.

“I- this is…”

There’s no way around it, is it?

Kaminari is jumping up and down next to him, shaking him in the process.

“I told you guys there’s a vampire living here!”

Katsuki slaps a hand over the bite, cursing his horny self to hell and back.

How the fuck is he going to hide the fact that he got fucked by a vampire now?