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varadha slumped with exhaustion. there was only so long a half starved vampire could fight a thousand mutants. no matter how much he and deva slashed and stabbed, their numbers just didn't decrease. ranga seemed to have singlehandedly turned half of khansaar's population into crazy zombie mutants.
he stabbed a mutant that was getting too close to him and pushed him away clumsily. his head was swimming. beside him, deva grunted and sent his sword flying inside a mutant's skull that was trying to pull a sneak attack on varadha from behind. "pull yourself together, sweetheart," deva said, taking the sword back and splattering gore on the ground.
he snorted. he hadn't had a decent meal since they got arrested at mahara. he would love to see deva hold a fight this long when all his senses were screaming at him to find prey and feed himself.
the mutants closed in on them in a circle. he stepped back as cautiously as he could, eyeing them for any sudden movement and slammed into deva's back. and then, in the midst of that nauseatingly rotten smell of mutant blood they were both drenched in, he caught a whiff of sweet pure human blood. that was strange. he turned around and spotted a gash on deva's neck way too close to his jugular. blood flowed from it, dripping lazily down his collarbones and mingling with the mutants'.
varadha swallowed the saliva in his mouth. his heart rattled against his chest painfully and his head throbbed with the pulse. the sweet smell got stronger and stronger until he could taste it on his lips. his vision blurred the neon lights and the fire together into a spiral swimming mess. and his head was completely empty except for he's right here and he smells so sweet and he won't ever deny you. his canines sharpened and their points pricked into his upper lip why don't you sink them into his soft flesh? that soft joint where his shoulder meets his neck?
he snapped back into focus as a mutant lunged at him. he kicked it square in its chest and then slapped himself on both cheeks for good measure. of course he knew that deva would never say no to him for anything. which was all the more why he couldn't ever ask it of him. fighting for him was one thing but letting him feed on him? that simply crossed a line. besides, he had long since given up on drinking blood directly from the source. he didn't trust himself to leave deva unscathed and god knew he had had enough of that horror. a memory- no- a nightmare floated across his mind: deva kneeling and begging to be killed at velamgadi. for him.
he shook his head resolutely as if trying to get rid of those thoughts sweeter than nectar just one bite just once and charged into the line of mutants to be as far away from deva as possible. he thrashed his sword around blindly, cutting through three, four of them at once. really, how many of these were there? it was bad enough that he couldn't stay near deva and now even his limbs felt like they were about to fall off.
deva let out a low rumble of pain behind him. did he get hurt badly? should he go back to him? as if replying to his questions, the air thickened with the smell of that sweet blood. varadha's mind turned blank. he rushed to deva, saliva drooling down his lips and pulled him by that flimsy tank top with unnatural force, tearing it in the process. he didn't see the new wound, just the one at his neck with beautiful red blood slowly beading up, inviting him to taste it. go on! go on! just a taste! he dug his fingers into deva's shoulderblades and deva flinched even as he pushed a mutant off of varadha. you won't hurt him he'll be fine you have perfect control over yourself. the image of deva at naarang's feet flashed through his mind. he pushed deva away and clenched his palms into fists, pressing his nails into them to make it hurt. his head throbbed so hard he couldn't breathe and when he forced a breath in, the smell filled up the vacuum inside his head and he fell to his knees to not chase it.
"varadha? varadha!"
suddenly, the mutants retreated. he slogged to understand why. perhaps, the universe had decided that it had fucked them over enough. or not. a new wave of mutants was rushing at them. he could feel their footsteps echoing through the road.
"varadha?" deva leaned down beside him. "for fuck's sake, when did you last feed?"
sweet enough to make you forget all your pains and so close too "get away from me," he rasped out and waved his hand in a dismissive gesture.
"and let you die now? after all this?" a laugh.
varadha would have punched him for that if he weren't paralyzed right now. "just fucking go" he yelled.
deva sighed. "we need your vampire super powers now. i can't hold back all of them." he held out his left arm and varadha saw where the last wound had formed. he grinded his teeth, almost animalistic now. "just drink and save us both," deva said.
varadha would not give in. no way, not to deva. but he's offering himself to you he wants you to no. no. he felt tears form at the corners of his eyes from the sheer pain.
"varadha? i can see you foaming at the mouth." varadha didn't trust himself to look at him and reply.
"you know what," deva took his sword in his hands. wait, he couldn't be-"i'm saving us both," he said and smoothly cut across his palm, making sure the blood spilled on varadha's face, as if he was a sacrifice and varadha a deity. his senses overpowered, varadha teetered on the absolute last thread of control which deva broke by pressing the palm over his mouth.
deva's sweet blood flowed into his mouth. and it was sweeter than sin, pumping life back into his veins, making him immortal. he sank his fangs into the flesh greedily. more more more. all that deva had to offer. his mind buzzed with the high of a thousand dopamine shots at once. it's not enough, more. and he tried to shift deva into a better position and a better angle to get better access.
deva pulled his palm away and the buzzing stopped abruptly. he growled with dissatisfaction but deva just pointed to his neck.
"just making it-" he gasped as varadha bit into him-"easier for you."
and it truly was easier. the flesh caved easily for the wound already there and blood rushed in so fast it filled his mouth. it sent pleasure tingling through his spine. he felt one of deva's hands on his head, ruffling through his hair, almost cooing "yes darling, drink to your fill okay?" it sent a surge of possessiveness through him and he grabbed deva closer to him, one of his hands on his neck in an almost chokehold and the other on his beautiful waist, fingers digging into the dip until he was sure deva hurt.
deva let out a soft moan against his hair. was he enjoying this? shocked, he let go of the flesh with a pop. deva's face was flushed in the firelight, his eyes dilated. his mouth had fallen slightly open and it formed the words, "don't stop now c'mon." he made to pull varadha's head back into the crook of his neck but varadha was too far gone to need an invitation now. he sank his fangs right back in, almost humming with delight.
his own blood coursed wildly through his body, settling at the pits of his stomach. was deva as aroused as he was? he moved closer to him, little by little, until he was sitting on deva's lap. a smirk worked itself into his lips when he felt that deva was just as hard as him. involuntarily and desperately, his hips grinded against his and deva's hands travelled along the planes of his body, feeling every curve and dip. he freed one of varadha's hands and kissed it and put the soft of the palm between his teeth, giving him a bite mark of his own.
temptation won over his gluttony and varadha reached up to meet deva's lips. he kissed him, hard enough that they almost fell over and varadha gave him a taste of his own blood. it lingered in their mouths, sweet in his own and metallic in deva's. he felt its effects as he was grabbed with force on his hips and made to move faster.
"deva," he whispered into his ear and licked the last drop of his blood on his neck. he still wanted more but he'll have to wait.
"hm?" deva asked. varadha put his hands on his shoulders, making him stop.
"look up, darling."
and deva did. the mutants were seconds away from reaching them.
"oh, fuck off," he groaned and picked up his abandoned sword.
varadha's body pulsed with new energy and mainly, new motivation to reach home and his bed with a certain someone. he stood up resolutely. it was going to be a long night.