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When Kingsly stayed out late, he wasn’t looking for a fight, or even a friend, just something to break the monotony for a little bit. So why did he end the night with the prettiest thing standing in his doorway?
It all started with a passing glance from across the bar. They were dressed in all black, a pretty blouse tucked into a long, lacy skirt. Their face was obscured by a decadent handheld fan, and while the crowd flowed around them, the sight of them was enough to invade his mind, even after he hurriedly looked away. They eyed him up and down like he was their main course… it almost scared him.
Despite their intimidating aura, they still seemed to care. After all, he had been so focused on his drink that he didn’t notice when someone else came to sit beside him, someone.. not so nice. When the man got a little too handsy, the mysterious stranger was quick to swoop in and scare him off, and suddenly they were face to face.
Kingsly was stunned by their sharp eyes, stuck in a glare after such an unpleasant interaction. Were their eyes glowing, or was it just a trick of the light?
They folded their fan, and he was met with a soft smile. “Are you alright?”
He nodded, wide eyed. Stars, their voice alone was enough to give him butterflies.
They took the stool beside him, starting up a peaceful conversation to further ease his nerves. The next few hours passed by so quickly, safe in the company of.. he hadn’t quite gotten their name. When they offered to walk him home, he was perhaps a little too eager to accept their proposal.
And now here he was. He couldn’t help the blush on his cheeks when they opened their mouth to speak.
“Well, darling? Are you going to let me in, or are you just going to keep staring?”
“Ah- right! Come in, I’ll brew some tea.”
They gave him another smile, taking a tentative step inside as he left for the kitchen. While out of sight, they took in the environment. Such a homey feel, he had good taste. The flowers in his front yard were lovely, smelled just like him too.. They were lucky they picked him, such an interesting fellow.
In another room, they assumed the kitchen, the kettle churned. So did their gut. They grumbled as they locked the door behind them, holding their stomach. It had been a while since their last meal, and it wasn’t like they wanted to feed from the man, but the thought alone was enough to send a thrill through them. It was hard to resist the temptation.
The florist hummed while he waited for the water to boil, searching through the pantry for his favorite tea bags. The soft noise echoed through the quiet house, reaching their ears before they had the chance to seek him out. Their craving only grew stronger as they imagined how sweet his blood would be.
They couldn’t help it. They needed him.
Kingsly had gotten so distracted that he almost forgot he had a visitor, at least until he felt their hands come to rest on his hips. He dropped what he was holding, letting out a noise akin to a squeak. They giggled at his reaction, even more so when he turned around to see them, blushing to the tips of his ears.
“Y-you're coming on a little strong there!” he stammered, “I don’t even know your name-”
“Puddle, honey. My name’s Puddle.”
His head was spinning. “Ah, uh– I’m Kingsly.”
“Kingsly, such a pretty name.”
“Thanks? I-I think yours is pretty too.”
They had him up against a wall. He was close enough to smell their perfume. While he trusted that they’d back away if he asked, he wasn’t quite sure he wanted them too. What was this feeling? All warm and fluttery…
Before he had the chance to dwell on his embarrassment, they grimaced, hands tightly gripping the fabric of his shirt.
“A-are you alright?”
“Yes dear, just…” They eyed his neck as if they wanted to tear through it. “Hungry…”
“Did you want me to, er, cook something?”
“No, I think you’d be more than enough~”
“Wh-what–?”
He gasped as their teeth scraped against his throat, sharp enough to leave behind a nasty mark. Stars, this was moving really fast.. he was tense, frozen in place. His heart was racing, he was sure that they could feel it.
They paused for a moment, mumbling into his neck. “You’re scared.”
“I’m– I’ve never done this before..”
“Just relax, it’ll only hurt a little. Just one bite.”
“A… a bite?”
“Trust me, okay? I’ll take care of you.”
“A-alright.”
Puddle pressed a tender kiss to the sensitive skin. Such a soft touch, but it made him jolt all the same. He wasn’t used to this, any of this. But they held him so gently, so lovingly, he could feel their breath against his neck…
The sudden sharp pain made him whimper, and he held onto Puddle as tightly as he could. They hummed in response, idly stroking his cheek. He could feel the vibration all through his body. And when they drank, treating him as if he was the sweetest thing they had ever tasted, he gasped at the feeling. So alien to him, so overwhelming, but so.. nice.
They made another soft noise as the taste of him filled their mouth, sending chills down his spine.
“Ah, P-Puddle..”
He felt lightheaded, whether it be from the close contact, the lack of sleep, or the odd feeling in his neck, like he was being drained of something. Despite his weakness they kept going, as if they just couldn’t stop themself. He wasn’t sure he even wanted them to stop. He felt great! On top of the world! A little.. loopy…
Puddle was too distracted to notice his grip on them loosen, his gasps and whines growing quieter. They only pulled away when his head lolled forward, and he fell to the floor below them.
Their eyes wide, they looked down at him, wiping at their bloodied mouth with a shaky hand.
“Oh… shit.”
—
Kingsly groaned when he finally awoke. It must have been late in the day, the sun was already out. Strange, he had the weirdest dream…
When he rolled over, he felt something in his neck throb at the movement. He reached up to prod at the area, only to hiss at the pain it caused. Why did that hurt?
His fingers found the edge of a.. bandage? He didn’t remember needing one, certainly not on his neck. Maybe he got a particularly nasty bug bite the night before, that would explain the ache. Though he lacked the memory of such an event, which was a little concerning. As he adjusted to his abrupt wake up, his eyes trailed up to the pillow beside him.
Upon the plush surface rested a gorgeous burgundy rose, with a velvety texture that raised the hairs on his arms. He had seen one in his garden a few days prior, among his eclectic mix of experimental sprouts. Under the stunning rose, there was a neatly written letter, the loopy handwriting a struggle for him to read in his groggy state.
‘I hope to see you again soon! – Puddle <3’
The blurry memories from last night came to him then. The dank old bar he visited on a whim, the mysterious stranger who came to sweep him off his feet, the way they cradled his cheek as they leaned in to sink their teeth into his neck…
“O-oh my..”
He read the letter over in disbelief, his heart pounding. They wanted to see him again!
Now that he recalled their night together, he found he wanted just the same.