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(18+ Content - Explicit)
Day One: Exploration
Adrian woke to Kieran's mouth on his throat, kissing and sucking at his pulse point.
"Good morning," Kieran murmured against his skin.
"Is it morning?" Adrian was pretty sure they'd only gone to sleep a few hours ago.
"Does it matter?" Kieran's hand slid under the sheets, wrapping around Adrian with practiced ease.
"N-no," Adrian gasped as Kieran stroked him slowly, teasingly. "Definitely doesn't matter."
Kieran took his time, learning what made Adrian writhe, what made him beg. His mouth traveled down Adrian's body, kissing and licking and occasionally scraping his fangs (always carefully, never breaking skin) until Adrian was a trembling mess.
"Please," Adrian begged. "Kieran, please—"
"Please what?" Kieran looked up from between Adrian's thighs, his eyes crimson and knowing.
"You know what!"
"Say it."
"I want your mouth on me. I want—oh god—" His words dissolved into moans as Kieran finally gave him what he wanted.
Kieran's mouth was talented—a thousand years of experience put to devastating use. He worked Adrian with lips and tongue and just a hint of fang-edge that made everything more intense. When Adrian came, Kieran swallowed everything, then kissed his way back up Adrian's body.
"Your turn," Adrian panted, reaching for him.
"This week is about you," Kieran said. "About giving you every experience you want before you transform."
"I want to make you feel good."
"You do. Watching you fall apart for me is better than anything else."
But Adrian was stubborn. He pushed Kieran onto his back and returned the favor, using enthusiasm to make up for inexperience. Kieran's control cracked, his hands fisting in the sheets as Adrian learned what made a vampire gasp.
"Adrian," Kieran warned, his voice strained. "I'm close—"
Adrian didn't stop. He took everything Kieran gave him, then collapsed against his chest, satisfied.
"Menace," Kieran said fondly, stroking his hair.
"You love it."
"I love you."
They spent the rest of the day in bed, exploring each other with hands and mouths, learning the geography of pleasure. By evening, Adrian could barely walk.
"Worth it," he declared, limping to the shower.
Kieran's laugh followed him.
Day Two: Control
"I want to understand what it's like," Adrian said over breakfast (which he ate while Kieran watched). "Being a vampire. What you experience."
"What do you mean?"
"Your senses. Show me what you see, hear, smell."
Kieran considered this. "Alright. Close your eyes."
Adrian obeyed.
"Now, tell me what you hear."
"Your voice. Birds outside. Wind in the trees."
"I hear all that, plus the heartbeat of every living thing within a hundred meters. The mice in the walls. The fish in the pond. The humans in the village three kilometers away." Kieran's voice was soft. "I hear your heart—every beat, every skip when you're nervous or aroused. I heard it race the first time we kissed, heard it slow when you feel safe in my arms."
Adrian's breath caught. "That's... intense."
"Now smell. What do you smell?"
"Tea. The garden. Your scent—you smell like winter and night air."
"I smell all that, plus the individual components. The specific herbs in the tea. The jasmine and chrysanthemum in the garden. And you—you smell like sunlight and life and something uniquely yours that drives me insane." Kieran moved closer. "I can smell when you're aroused. Your scent changes, gets heavier, more intoxicating."
"That's invasive," Adrian said, but his heart was racing.
"That's why vampires need control. We're constantly bombarded by sensory information. Learning to filter it, to not be overwhelmed, takes years." Kieran's lips brushed Adrian's ear. "Open your eyes."
Adrian did, and found Kieran's face inches from his, eyes blazing red.
"This is what I see when I look at you," Kieran said. "Every detail in perfect clarity. The flecks of gold in your brown eyes. The faint freckles on your nose. The way your pupils dilate when I'm close. I can see your pulse in your throat, see the blood moving under your skin. You're beautiful and alive and I want to devour you."
Adrian shivered. "Why don't you?"
"Because I love you more than I want to consume you. That's control." Kieran pulled back. "When you're turned, you'll need to learn that. The bloodlust will be intense. You'll want to feed on everything that moves. I'll have to teach you restraint."
"Will you let me feed from you? During the transformation?"
"That's how it works. I drain you to the point of death, then you drink my blood. It kickstarts the change." Kieran's expression was serious. "It's not pleasant. You'll be in agony. Your body will fight the transformation—it's dying and being reborn simultaneously. Some humans don't survive it."
"But I will. Because you'll be there."
"I'll be there," Kieran promised. "Every second. I won't leave your side."
Adrian kissed him, soft and trusting. "Then I'm not afraid."
They made love that afternoon with a new intensity, Adrian trying to memorize what pleasure felt like as a human, knowing it would be different as a vampire.
Day Three: Confessions
"Tell me your worst memory," Adrian said as they lay tangled together.
Kieran was quiet for a long moment. "That's a broad request. I have a thousand years of worst memories."
"The one that still haunts you."
"The village," Kieran said finally. "Fifty years after you died. I was still insane with grief, barely controlled. I came upon a village celebrating a wedding—young couple, reminded me of us. I slaughtered everyone. Men, women, children. Drained the entire village in one night."
Adrian's hand found his. "You're not that person anymore."
"How do you know? You didn't know me then."
"Because the person who did that wouldn't have waited a thousand years for love. Wouldn't protect humans now. Wouldn't be so careful with me." Adrian turned to face him. "You're not defined by your worst moments. You're defined by what you chose to become despite them."
Kieran's eyes were wet. "I don't deserve you."
"You deserve everything." Adrian kissed him. "Now tell me your best memory. Besides finding me again."
Kieran smiled. "The river. When we were teenagers. You were teaching me to float, and the sun was setting, and you looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. I knew in that moment I'd love you forever. I just didn't know how literal forever would be."
"I remember that day," Adrian said softly, Elias's memories surfacing. "I'd been in love with you for years but too afraid to say it. That day, I almost kissed you. Almost confessed everything."
"Why didn't you?"
"Fear. I thought you'd hate me, reject me, that I'd lose my best friend." Adrian laughed. "Wasted so much time being afraid."
"We have eternity now. No more wasted time."
They made love slowly, reverently, each touch a promise of forever.
Day Four: Submission
Adrian woke to silk scarves tied around his wrists, binding him to the bedframe.
"Kieran?" He tugged experimentally. The knots held.
"Awake?" Kieran emerged from the shadows, already shirtless, his body a sculpture in the dim light. "Good."
"What is this?"
"You said you wanted to understand vampire strength. The difference between human and immortal." Kieran climbed onto the bed, straddling Adrian's hips. "This is a lesson in vulnerability. In trust."
Adrian's heart hammered. "I trust you."
"Prove it. Let me have you, completely, without restraint." Kieran's hands traced Adrian's chest, cool fingers raising goosebumps. "Let me show you pleasure that borders on pain, control that feels like freedom."
"Yes," Adrian breathed.
What followed was hours of exquisite torture. Kieran used his hands, his mouth, silk and ice and carefully controlled strength to take Adrian apart piece by piece. He brought Adrian to the edge over and over, then pulled back, until Adrian was sobbing and begging and completely lost to sensation.
"Beautiful," Kieran murmured, finally giving Adrian release. "You're so beautiful when you surrender."
After, when Adrian was untied and boneless with satisfaction, Kieran held him close.
"When you're turned, we'll do that again," Kieran promised. "But then you'll have the strength to break the restraints, to fight back, to make me submit to you instead."
"I want that," Adrian admitted. "Want to see you fall apart the way you make me fall apart."
"Soon," Kieran promised. "Very soon."
Day Five: The Blood
"I want to taste it," Adrian said. "Your blood. Before the transformation."
Kieran stiffened. "That's... not a good idea."
"Why not?"
"Because vampire blood is addictive to humans. One taste and you'll crave it. It can also start the transformation process—not fully, but enough to make you sick."
"Just a drop," Adrian insisted. "I want to know what I'll be drinking during the transformation. Want to prepare myself."
Kieran studied him, then sighed. "One drop. No more."
He bit his own wrist, his fangs piercing pale skin. Black blood welled up, looking nothing like human blood—thicker, darker, almost luminescent.
"Drink," Kieran offered his wrist.
Adrian leaned forward and licked the wound.
The taste exploded on his tongue—copper and ice and something ancient and powerful. His body reacted immediately, every nerve lighting up, heat flooding through him.
"Oh god," Adrian gasped, pulling back. "That's—"
"Intoxicating," Kieran finished, healing his wrist. "Now you understand. During the transformation, you'll drink until your body can't hold anymore. It's overwhelming."
Adrian's body was on fire, hypersensitive. "I need—"
"I know what you need."
Kieran took him roughly that time, using the blood-induced heightened sensitivity to drive Adrian to madness. They moved together with desperate intensity, both knowing their time as human and vampire was limited.
After, Adrian crashed hard, the blood's effects fading and leaving him exhausted.
"Sleep," Kieran murmured, holding him close. "Two more days, then the hunt. Then immortality."
Adrian drifted off, dreaming of blood and forever.
Day Six: Promises
They spent the day talking—not about sex or transformation, but about everything else. Dreams, fears, hopes for their immortal life together.
"I want to learn everything," Adrian said. "Languages, fighting, art, science. I want to experience the world the way you have."
"We'll travel," Kieran promised. "Everywhere you want to go. I'll show you places that don't exist anymore, tell you stories of civilizations that rose and fell. We'll have time for everything."
"What about you? What do you want?"
Kieran was quiet. "I want to build something lasting. Not just survive, but create. Maybe a sanctuary for supernaturals who want to live peacefully. A school for newly turned vampires. Something that helps instead of destroys."
"That's beautiful."
"I've had a thousand years to think about legacy. What I'll leave behind when I finally let go." Kieran looked at him. "But now I have you. My legacy can be us. The life we build, the people we help, the love that survived death itself."
Adrian kissed him, slow and deep. "Our legacy," he corrected. "We're partners in this."
"Partners," Kieran agreed.
That night, they made love with a tenderness that made Adrian's heart ache. No roughness, no intensity—just two souls coming together in perfect harmony.
Day Seven: The Last Day
Adrian woke to find Kieran gone.
He found him on the roof, watching the sunrise—something that caused Kieran pain but not death.
"Doesn't that hurt?" Adrian asked, climbing up to sit beside him.
"Yes. But I wanted to watch one more sunrise with you before you transform." Kieran's skin was reddening, smoke rising where sunlight touched him. "After you turn, sunlight will hurt you too. We'll be creatures of the night together."
Adrian took his hand, watching smoke curl from Kieran's fingers. "No regrets?"
"Never." Kieran turned to look at him, his eyes soft despite the pain. "You've been worth every moment of waiting."
They sat together until the sun fully rose and Kieran had to retreat into shadow. Adrian followed, and they spent the day in bed—not having sex, just holding each other, savoring the last hours of Adrian's humanity.
"Tomorrow we hunt," Kieran said as night fell. "Konstantin and Morgana. It will be dangerous."
"We'll win."
"And then?"
"Then you turn me." Adrian touched the black ring on his finger. "And we begin forever."
Kieran kissed him one last time as a human, memorizing the warmth of his skin, the beat of his heart, the life thrumming through him.
"I love you," Kieran said. "In this life and every one after."
"I love you too,
" Adrian replied.
"Forever."