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"Come on doug...."
The demon gives him poor puppy eyes. Funnily enough, the pathetic attempt to be viewed as a adorable... is oddly cute.
Malak is a completely different person, than when they had met. He had originally tried to kill him at every turn, till he started killing his monsters. From there, Malak tried to recruit doug in his army.
Only reason why he had joined was because bierce made a mistake. Sure, doug ate plenty of reaper nurses before he entered the ballroom. So he wasn't dangerously hungry when she turned herself mortal... but she tried to kill him in the end, the nerve! Before she could drive a make shift soul shard stake into his heart, he attacked her. Draining her of all her blood. It was a mistake to try and kill him.... even more of a mistake, to do so while she was filled with something delicious and nutritious for him.
He returned the ring to Malak, and finally agreed to join his army. On the condition that his wife and child got a second chance at life, and were protected from the supernatural. Not every demon has a "pet" vampire, so Malak didn't mind those terms and conditions.
It had been years since the deal. Things have only gotten stranger for Doug, while he was in hell. He occasionally was forced to fight in monster fights, where he got an opportunity to try an assortment of new bloods. He started keeping a journal of what monsters have the best blood. (More rabbit like monsters have sweeter blood in his opinion, much to Lucky's discomfort). But Doug is happy that he's no longer causing real trouble. People expect monsters to die in these battles. Not like anyone will miss them, or their blood.
Sometimes, he still feasts on mortals. Mainly sinners that decided to be... issues to his lord. It's oddly... comforting to have something familiar.
Hell had become a better home for him. Plenty of food, some coworkers, thrills. But there was still one odd thing bothering him...
The demon beside him pouts, something he had grown used to the bootleg devil doing. Malak rarely yelled at him anymore, or even punished him he only- "Count Grumps-ula, look at meeeeee!"
....called him stupid nick names. Usually, involving his almost constant sour moods. The vampire sighs, and looks the demon is his eyes. "....Count Grumps-ula? Really? You're using THAT again?"
"Hey, it fits! You're a vampire that sucks the blood out of others, along with their joy. Your grimace is affecting ME as well you know!"
Malak pulls Doug into a hug. He had grown to have admiration for him, for some damn reason. Demons seem to have what can be best described as a "power kink". Or at least thats how he thinks about it. Malak confessed his feelings after watching him fight for a few years. Despite his mortal looks, Doug is very strong, and can hold his own against the toughest of monsters.
If he had known he'd get this demon fussing over him, by being his personal "tough guy" type, well... he would've purposely done a dogshit job at fighting. Malak was lucky that his blood tasted like tar. Otherwise Doug would suck him dry to shut him up.
Doug sighs, and begrudgingly accepts Malak's embrace. "I'm just tired..."
"You're ALWAYS tired! Have I been overworking you? Have you been getting enough blood? Are you stressed?"
How annoying... the genuine worry in his voice. Malak decides to finally go in for the kill, seeing how his blood sucking lover isn't opening up.
He nips at his neck, and leaves gentle kisses up and down it. Doug's breathing hitches, but he doesn't protest. He drags his claws down the man's back, bringing the vampire closer to him. Doug clings to him, letting out a shakey breath. Malak knows how to soften him up. The demon smiles softly. "...come on sky puppy, tell me. What's wrong?"
Doug bursts into laughter, hearing that God awful nickname. "SKY PUPPY??? That's a new one-"
Malak let's out a low giggle. "Heard that it's a nickname for bats! And I know for a fact that you have a puppy like side to you~"
Doug tries to pout. "....nothing."
Malak gives him a look. "...fruit bat. Tell me what's wrong."
Doug tries to keep up his scowl, but ends up having a pure fit of giggles. "Fruit bat???"
"Gay vampire! It fits!"
The two giggle together, Doug burying himself deeper in Malak's embrace. "Fine fine- I'll tell you- just stop with the silly bat nick names-"
"No promises, my love~"
Doug rolls his eyes.
"I'm just- not used to being happy, I guess... I'm used to constantly worrying, or constantly dealing with someone else, that- not being annoyed, is annoying... I don't know how to explain it-"
"...do you want more inconveniences?"
Malak looks at him, innocently. Which.... does NOT look normal-
Doug bats him away. "I already have one, named Lord Malak-"
"HEY! Rude-"
The demon kisses his neck and cheek, before stealing his lips. Doug relaxes a bit, letting the demon lick his fangs with his serpent like tongue.
They break away from the kiss, and Doug returns the favor. Kissing his cheek, and making his way to Malak's neck. It was his lover's turn to take in a shakey breath, and grip him closer. He hesitantly moves his head, so the vampire has his neck completely vulnerable.
Riddled all over his neck, are barely noticeable bites. More of a mark, than signs of Doug enjoying feeding on him. His blood still tasted like tar. But seeing the demon melt from his bites, and become loopy from the loss of blood, made eating something so disgusting all the more worth it.
He sinks his fangs into his neck, bracing himself for the disgusting flavor. Malak let's out a small whimper, feeling the fangs pierce his flesh. He let's the vampire push him against the nearby wall. He sighs dreamily, feeling the hot breath on his neck.
After almost an hour, the demon's legs start to buckle. He grows limp, as he clings loosely to the vampire. In his loopy state, he groans happily, letting out a dazed giggle. The vampire dislodges from his lover's neck, once he starts feeling a little sick, and gently picks him up.
Malak wraps his legs around Doug's waist, weakly. Doug licks his lips, it's grown easier not to gag over the years. Doug chuckles. "....I'm going to have to get used to being happy."
Malak's head rolls a bit. ".....mmmmhmmmmm~"
"....you know I'll probably still act grumpy, just to annoy you, right?"
"...noooooooooo... don't doooooooo thaaaaaaaat....."
Malak whines. He starts kissing Doug's cheek again.
Doug laughs, and carries his loopy demon to their bedroom, for some much needed rest.