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Alex doesn’t know how he got here.
Well, in a literal sense, he does; he had been driven off the road, dragged out of his car, and stabbed in the stomach by Miguel, his ex-hookup who’d grown obsessed with him.
That much he knows.
What he doesn’t know is why Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor is here, offering his wrist for Alex to drink his blood… or why he’s very strongly considering it.
Henry is the youngest son of the town’s resident wealthy family. He’s white, privileged, and Alex’s main enemy in their mostly close-knit community.
He’s also a vampire. Hence the wrist.
“Why, Henry?”
“Why what?”
“Why are you - ahh, fuck - why are you doing this? S-Saving my life?”
Henry’s brow furrows, his mouth tightening in the corner. Alex fucking hates when he does that. “I think it’s rather obvious.”
“It’s really not.” Alex groans and shudders, his hand pressing down on the wound, his body trembling slightly as he tries to ward off going into shock. “You… You hate me. Why -”
“Alex.” There’s a sharp tone to Henry’s voice that manages to cut through the fog currently clouding Alex’s mind. “You’re bleeding out. Just stop being stubborn and drink. I promise I’ll explain everything when you’re not bloody dying.”
“Hahh-” He coughs up blood in his attempt to laugh. “Phrasing.”
Henry closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in a way that makes Alex hysterically wonder if he’s considering rescinding his offer. “Alex-”
“Alright.” He groans as he attempts to sit up before falling right back down, his vision going hazy. He really is dying, he realizes.
He’s not ready to die, least of all because he wants some goddamn answers.
“Jus… gimme.”
There’s a moment of silence before Henry’s wrist is in his face again, two fresh teeth marks now present. Rich red blood contrasts against pale skin enough to where Alex can see it dripping, his mouth opening voluntarily as Henry brings his wrist over.
Now, here’s the thing about vampire blood. It’s known for it’s healing qualities, yes. But it’s also known for heightening a human’s senses, causing it to be used as a sort of drug for some people.
Alex had never tried blood before today. He’d never had a reason to. Sure, he’s hooked up with a vampire or two, but the thought of drinking blood wasn’t really a thing for him.
All that changes when his lips latch onto Henry’s wrist, and any hesitation is gone when the euphoria hits.
It’s subtle at first; the flavor hits him first, all copper and iron, but the immediate effects keep him latched on. He can feel his energy coming back; can feel the wound in his stomach slowly begin to heal. He grips Henry’s arm with newfound strength, and only when Henry calls his name does he pull back.
He’s panting, his mouth wet, and he feels like he could climb a fucking mountain. “Holy shit.”
“Yeah.” Henry’s voice manages to remain surprisingly calm, even as he uses one of his fangs to cut open his finger and rub the blood on his wrist, the marks sealing up almost instantly. “Are you feeling any better?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good in my goddamn life, sweetheart.”
If Henry could blush, Alex is sure he’d see a pretty red hue cover the vampire’s face. He finds himself a little bummed that he won’t ever know what that looks like… which, like. Weird.
Instead, he clears his throat, moving a hand to Alex’s face to tentatively wipe some of the blood off of his chin. It could almost be considered sweet, which, like. Alex has no idea what to do with that, especially considering the blood has him feeling… high.
Thankfully, Henry speaks first. “So, I should warn you, there may be some… side effects.”
“Oh? Did you turn me into a vampire too?”
“What? No.” Henry sighs, exasperated, and Alex doesn’t know if he wants to punch or kiss him. “That’s not something that can be done with a bite. No, there can be certain reactions when you drink vampire blood in large doses.”
Alex, ever the curious one, tilts his head. “Am I going to regret not dying?”
“I don’t know,” he chuckles wryly, running a hand through his blonde hair. “Basically, you’re looking at the possibility of having some… intense dreams.”
“You’re gonna have to elaborate, Henry.”
“What I mean to say is that… from what I’ve heard, people who ingest large amounts of our blood are bonded to the vampire, in a way. Vivid dreams, possibly… erotic ones.”
The blood's effects continue to flood Alex as he tries to listen to Henry. He manages to catch most of what he’s saying, nodding and waving a hand a little too close to Henry’s face. “Uh huh. So, expect some weird dreams and shit. Bet.”
Henry, infuriatingly beautiful as he is, somehow manages to look as such even when he furrows his brow and sighs. “... Okay. Sure, Alex. Now, let me at least take you home. You shouldn’t drive for a day or so.”
“Careful, Fox,” Alex says with a grin, watching Henry as he comes closer. “I might think you like me or something.”
“Bloody hell - just hold on tight, damn it.”
Henry’s arms slip around him, causing him to blink in confusion. Also arousal. It’s a weird fucking combination. “Uh-”
The next words are torn out of his mouth as Henry, the fucking vampire that he is, grips Alex tight and bolts down the road like he does this every fucking day.
Alex, meanwhile, wonders if actually did die and purgatory is punishing him by making him very, very confused. Also a little nauseous.
When Henry finally makes it to his house, he waits patiently for Alex to throw up in the bushes and stumble to the door before speaking again. “I’ll head home. You rest, Alex. Trust me, you’ll feel like you have the flu for the next day or so. If the symptoms get… erm, worse, let me know.”
“Mhm.” He rubs his face, shivering despite the warm evening air, and blinks as Henry holds his gaze. “Hey, Henry? Uh… Thanks. For saving my life. And for the… whatever the fuck that was - home.”
Henry’s lips curve into a smile, soft and genuine and so fucking beautiful, and oh.
Oh no, he’s gorgeous.
“Thank you for letting me. See you around, Alex.”
With that, he’s gone, leaving Alex with a confused heart and an even more confused erection.
-----
Henry hadn’t been kidding when he said the symptoms were rough.
For 24 hours after the incident, Alex had gone from furiously masturbating for two hours straight (his dick still hasn’t forgiven him for that) to breaking out in a fever and a cold sweat to sleeping for 14 straight hours. He wakes up to about 50 messages from his older sister, June, wincing at the thought of making her worry and immediately sending her a message to assuage her fears of his death.
His death. He had almost died, and Henry fucking Fox had saved his life.
Why?
He remembers the first time he met Henry. Alex had thought him the most beautiful person he’d ever seen; that is, until Henry had shown himself to be cold and stiff, uncaring of anyone below him. So, Alex had made it his mission to show Henry how not special he actually was.
There are multiple issues with this logic now, and Alex needs a list to parse them out.
- Henry saved his life. Henry Fox heard that he was in pain and saved his fucking life.
- After saving his life, Henry took him home and ensured he got inside.
- Henry had every chance to bite him, kill him, or drain him, and instead, chose to save his life and then not even ask to be invited inside after.
He shoves the thoughts aside and showers, taking a moment to marvel at the skin on his stomach - no stab wound. No scar, no proof that the altercation even happened.
Alex is about ready to chalk it up to an extremely vivid dream when he goes to Okonjo’s Bar & Grill for dinner, only to be immediately grabbed by his wrist and tugged in the back by Nora Holleran.
Nora, his sister’s girlfriend and one of his best friends, has a look in her eyes that Alex knows far too well. “Alex Claremont-Diaz, did you hear the fucking news?”
“Depends on what the news is, Nora. I’ve been sick for a couple of days.”
“I’ll say.” His eyebrows raise at that. “Miguel Ramos is missing. Has been for over 24 hours now.”
That stops Alex short. “Miguel’s missing?”
She nods, black curls bouncing as she studies his face. “Yup. Heard he was involved in a stabbing the other day, too. Someone saw him stab a guy and book it down the road after.” Her eyes never leave him. Alex’s stomach churns. “Apparently, a vampire saved his life. Your favorite one, in fact.”
“Okay, hold the fuck up,” He says a little too loudly. “Henry Fox is not my favorite vampire.” Nora’s grin spreads, and Alex groans as realization dawns on him. “And… you never said his name.”
“Nope! So it WAS you!”
“Would you shut up??” He pushes her farther into the back of the restaurant. “I don’t want June to find out.”
Nora’s expression ranges from fascinated to delighted, and Alex wishes for the ground to swallow him whole. “Only if you tell me what happened. Did you fuck him?”
“Wh -- no?? Jesus, Nora!” A groan escapes him as he runs a hand down his face. “Okay, look. Miguel stabbed me. Henry somehow found me and… he, uh, saved my life, and then dropped me off at home. That’s it, okay?”
“Wait, holy shit. Miguel stabbed you?? How are you not still in the hospital?”
Alex shifts in place now, clearing his throat. “I didn’t go to the hospital.”
As Nora blinks back at him, Alex can practically see her computer brain working out the details. “Alex… Did you drink Henry’s blood?”
Tight fists are balled into his pockets as Alex shrugs. “I mean, yeah. I was almost dead when he offered it, I think.”
“Holy shit.” Nora’s eyes are almost comically wide now. “Alex, do you know what that means?”
“That I have rich-people vampire blood in my body right now? Trust me, I know. I’ve basically had every flu symptom known to man over the last 24 ho-”
“No, Alex. I mean, you drank Henry’s blood. And a lot of it, if what you’re saying is anything to go by.” She exhales before continuing. “You’re, like… bonded to him.”
Alex shakes his head. “No way. It’s not like that; I didn’t drink enough to hurt him or anything.”
“Yes, it is! When most humans ingest V, they take it in small doses, literally like two drops. You drank enough to heal a fucking stab wound. That’s no fucking joke, Alex.”
“You think I don’t know that? I almost fucking died, Nora. That’s why I need you to not tell my sister about this. She won’t fucking let me out of her sight and I… I can’t do that to her. I can’t make her worry even more than she already does.”
Nora’s face softens at that, her hand moving to give Alex’s a squeeze. “Fair enough. Look, just… be careful, yeah? It’s a crazy fucking world out there.”
“I will, I promise.” Alex gives her a genuine smile, returning the squeeze before sighing, a hand running through his dark curls. “Also, for the record? Blood tastes disgusting.”
“Don’t tell Henry that; he’d take it as an insult.” Alex and Nora turn to see the head bartender and owner, Pez, walking over to them, a knowing smirk on his lips. Pez - aka Percy Okonjo - had been friends with Henry for as long as Alex had known him, and despite his dislike of Henry, he found it impossible to dislike Pez. “Alex, darling, I do hope you plan on thanking dear Hazza for saving your life.”
“That’s the plan.” He shrugs, hands shoved in his pockets as his stomach turns a little. Why does he feel so warm? “I mean, I figured I’d stop in and see if he’s here today.”
Pez tsks. “Of course. Well, he’s not coming here tonight, I’m afraid. His sister’s band is playing tonight and I believe he’s with her.”
Disappointment settles in Alex’s chest, a feeling he currently is in no mood to parse out. “Oh, alright. I’m sure I’ll see him soon.”
As Alex walks out the door, he tries to ignore the ever-growing list of confusing emotions brewing inside of him.
The sound of soft breathing next to him slowly stirs Alex awake, a soft hum escaping his lips as he opens his eyes.
Henry lies next to him, an arm slung around his waist, eyes half open as he half smiles at Alex. “Finish your sentence.”
Henry’s here. Henry’s in my bed.
Henry… what sentence?
Henry’s body fits perfectly against his own, and Alex finds himself pressing closer, nuzzling the vampire’s jaw. “Hi.” He chuckles, pressing a kiss there. “What was I saying?”
“You were saying,” Henry murmurs, fingers lacing with Alex’s as they settle in, facing each other, “why you’d make a terrible vampire.”
“Ooh, right.” Alex purses his lips, chuckling a little. “Well, I’m a southern boy. I love the sun too much.”
Henry chuckles at that, leaning in to press a kiss to the back of Alex’s hand. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Oh, I’m ridiculous?”
“Yep.” Blue eyes watch him intently; Alex could drown in those eyes. “What else?”
“I like being human. And I don’t want to kill people for my lunch, like, no thanks. I drank blood one time and that’s enough for me.”
“Not every vampire kills, darling. Synthetic blood exists.” Henry’s head tilts slightly. “I think you’d make a dashing vampire. You already have the charisma down.”
“Henry! Is that your way of saying you’d like to spend eternity with me?”
Henry doesn’t answer right away; instead, he shifts forward so Alex is on his back. “What if I do?”
A soft whine emits from Alex as he pulls Henry down for a slow, deep kiss, moaning against his lips, pulling him closer so his legs can easily wrap around that impossibly small and slutty waist. “I think you know the answer to that.”
They kiss once more, and everything goes hazy after that. Henry’s lips break away from his own to trail down his neck; eager hands roam his body, his ass, his cock -
Wake up.
The words cut through the haze, the feel of Henry’s mouth wrapped around his dick making him moan in response. Fuck. How can anything compare to this?
Wake up. Alex, wake up!
He knows that voice. Nora’s voice. Why is Nora -
“ALEX!”
Reality comes into view as Alex sits up comically fast, groaning at the head rush he receives in response. He’s panting, his skin covered in a sheen of sweat, his mind scrambled at the realization that it was a dream.
He blinks, adjusting to his surroundings - he’d apparently fallen asleep on his couch - and turns to see Nora looking at him with worry etched into her features. “Nora?”
“Holy shit, dude. I tried calling after work like five times, but you didn’t pick up. After the Miguel stuff…”
“I’m alright. Sorry, I guess I was more tired than I realized.” A hand rubs over his face. “Fuck, that was a weird fucking dream.”
“Seemed like it. I’ve never seen you startle like that.” Her head tilts. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“As okay as I can be. You can go home, Nora. I promise I’m alright. Tell June I love her, yeah?”
“Will do.”
Nora turns to leave, pauses, then turns back, moving across the living room to wrap her arms around Alex in a tight hug. “I know you’re strong, but June and I aren’t far, okay? Come see us if you need somewhere to relax for a few days.”
“Thanks, Nora.” His arms tighten around her, and he finds himself immensely thankful to have her in his life. “I’ll keep it in mind, I promise.”
When Nora leaves and Alex is alone again, he finds himself tracing his fingers over his lips, his neck, his chest. He can feel Henry’s lips like it actually happened; he can practically taste him.
“Dios mío, Alex. Get your shit together,” he grumbles to himself, turning off the television and heading to the bedroom. “And no more sex dreams about Henry.”
Unfortunately for him, his pep talk to himself doesn’t keep the vivid Henry sex dreams away. If anything, they get more intense.
Alex on his knees, worshiping Henry's thighs, his hips, his cock. Henry eating Alex out from behind, fingers sinking into the meat of his ass. Alex, bent practically in half as Henry pounds him, teeth extracted, inching closer and closer to sinking into his neck -
It's a lot. All of it is a lot.
He can't talk to June about it - God knows that his sister is the last person he wants to talk about his sex life with. Nora is out of town visiting her grandparents, and Henry…
Henry's nowhere to be found.
Alex has looked, too; of course he has. But Henry never seems to be home, at Okonjo’s, or anywhere else Alex may have seen him in the past. It's… concerning.
And, frankly, it's pissing Alex the fuck off. He wants answers, goddamnit.
That's how he finds himself walking into Okonjo’s two weeks after the incident, sitting at the bar and smiling when Pez practically sashays over with his usual drink in hand. “Alexander! To what do I owe the pleasure, babes?”
“Hey, Pez.” He takes the glass with a nod, sliding over his card. “Uh… This might seem like a weird question, but… have you seen Henry lately?”
Alex had known that question would cause a reaction, but the way Pez’s pink eyebrows shoot up his forehead has him shifting in his seat. It doesn’t help that Pez fucking smirks. “My my my, what a twist! I never thought you cared for my dear Hazza, Alexander.”
“Yeah, well. Shit’s weird and I need to talk to him.”
There’s a beat of silence before Pez leans in, lowering his voice as he murmurs, “have you been having sex dreams? Naughty boy.”
Alex sputters, his eyes widening, his face burning up. “Wh-- How??”
“Alex, darling.” Pez is laughing now, shaking his pink-haired head as he pours two shots. “I may not be a vampire, but I’ve had my time with fucking plenty of them. Not Hazza, of course - it’s never been like that with us.”
Alex doesn’t have time to unpack why relief floods him at those words.
Pez continues. “When you drink more than the usual amount of V, it can cause a wide range of things. One of them being vivid sexy dreams about the vampire you drank from.” His head tilts now, eyes flashing with mirth. “You look exhausted.”
And, well. Pez is right; Alex is exhausted. “Okay, yes. But I don’t know why he’s avoiding me now.”
“Let me explain something to you about Hazza.” There's a seriousness to his tone that takes Alex by surprise; Pez is rarely serious about anything that isn't his job or kicking out homophobic patrons from the bar. “He's been through a lot in his time. He's been used and tossed aside more times than he can count, so he keeps himself away from people if he can. Especially humans.”
Alex blinks, confused. “Then, why-”
“Why did he help you that day? Why indeed.” Pez leans in closer now, causing Alex to do the same. “I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Henry likes you, Alex. And if I know him as well as I think I do, that terrifies him.”
The words surround Alex as they sink into his mind, his entire worldview changing in a matter of moments. Henry likes him? Henry… is terrified? Alex didn't think Henry could be scared of anything, least of all him.
And yet…
“Pez.” His voice sounds rough even to his own ears. “Just… I need to think about this. If you talk to him, can you please ask him to find me? He knows where I live.”
“I'll do my best.” Pez winks, handing Alex his card back. “Drinks are on me tonight. Go rest up, Alexander. You need it.”
When Alex pulls into his driveway 20 minutes later, the last thing he expects to see is a figure standing on his porch.
“Jesus, Pez works quick,” Alex mutters to himself as he gets out of his car with a soft groan. As he walks towards the house, he calls out, “You don’t have to hide in the damn shadows, I can see you.”
It’s not Henry who steps into the porch light, however, and Alex can feel his blood run cold when Miguel Ramos's all too familiar face glares back at him. “Who said I’m hiding?”
Alex groans, running a hand over his face. “Jesus, dude. Aren’t you supposed to be in jail?”
“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”
“What can I say? I’m a fucking walking miracle.”
Despite his tone, Alex can feel his hands shaking at his sides. He knows Miguel isn’t fucking around and… well, he’s terrified.
“Aren’t you just?”
“Miguel, just fucking leave. You stabbed me once already, get the fuck out of here and just find someone else to terrorize.”
Miguel tsks as his hand moves by his side; Alex can see the glint of a blade in the light.
The pocketknife.
“I intend to finish what I started, Alex. If I can’t have you, who says anyone else should?”
What happens next happens so quickly that Alex barely has time to process it.
Miguel surges forward, blade in hand, eyes black with something almost soulless. Before he can reach Alex, a gust of something big takes Miguel with it, leaving Alex alone on the property.
There’s a scream from the woods behind his house, realization dawning on Alex as he all but collapses to the grass.
“Henry…”
It’s Henry; it has to be. Henry knew where Alex was going to be. Henry already saved him once… Henry likes him.
For the second time in three weeks, Henry saved Alex from a horrible death by a fucking idiot who couldn’t take a hint.
He doesn’t know how long he sits in the grass with his arms wrapped around his legs, shivering as the adrenaline wears off. The only thing he recognizes next is a pair of impossibly strong arms lifting him off of the ground, blonde hair cascading over blue eyes, and a familiar voice that Alex didn’t even realize he’d missed until he’s hearing it again.
“Can you invite me in?”
Alex blinks, Henry’s beautiful face coming into focus, and he curls into the vampire without even the smallest semblance of shame. “Come inside, please. Take me inside.”
Henry does exactly that. He places Alex on the couch, covering him with a blanket before moving around the kitchen. Alex blinks at his hands, seeing stains of red fingerprints on his skin and clothes, and it doesn’t take much for him to put the pieces together.
“You killed him.”
Henry’s silence is enough of an answer. Alex sighs, closing his eyes as he leans his head against the back of the couch. “Thank you.”
“... For killing him?”
“I mean, yeah. But also for saving my life again.”
“Let’s try not to make a habit out of it, yes?” Henry chuckles while walking back over, handing Alex a mug of something hot. “I found hot chocolate in your cupboard, so.” He gestures, and Alex wishes he didn’t find it so endearing.
“Thanks.”
There's a long pause as Alex looks at Henry, trying to comprehend that all this is real. That Henry saved his life tonight. Again.
He has questions.
“Okay, so since you’re here. Wanna tell me why you’ve been avoiding me like the plague these last three weeks?”
Henry winces slightly; it was evident he was expecting that question. “I… I wasn’t sure if you’d want to see me. I know you don’t like me, and with how much of my blood you drank…”
“You knew I’d be having sex dreams about you?”
“Something like that.”
“Well, I don’t dislike you, first of all.” Something flits over Henry’s expression - hope, possibly - and Alex continues. “And second of all, a little heads up would have been nice.”
Henry’s eyebrows shoot up at that. “I gave you a heads up, Alex. I warned you that you could have vivid dreams, even erotic ones. But you brushed me off before almost falling over.”
Alex blinks, trying hard to remember that night. A good amount of it is a blur, but he vaguely remembers Henry mentioning side effects. “Even so. You shouldn’t have fucking ghosted me like that. It really fucked with me.” He shifts a little, unsure of why he’s suddenly opening up to Henry, of all people, but… well, here he is. “I’ve had enough people in my life leave. And then you save mine and run and like… was I that awful?”
“What? Christ, Alex, of course not. I just…” Henry pauses, his brow furrowing in a way that Alex finds (frustratingly) attractive, then says, “I need to know something. Why do - or, I guess, did - you dislike me so much?”
Alex stares at him for a solid five seconds before saying, “You seriously don’t know?”
Henry shakes his head. “All I remember is you having a rather visceral reaction to seeing me at Okonjo’s -”
“Yeah, after you fucking blew me off the first time we met!”
Now it’s Henry’s turn to blink. “I’m sorry?”
“Holy shit. Henry, I know you’re, like, a gazillion years old -”
“I’m a thousand years old, thank you very much.”
“What the fuck ever, same difference. But when my family first moved to town, June and Nora and I went to see Bea’s band play. You were there. You said hi to my sister, then looked at me, stiffened up, and bolted out the door. It was fucking humiliating.”
Henry watches Alex as he speaks, his gaze softening with each word. Alex can almost see the recognition settle in. “Christ, I… I’d forgotten about that.”
“Yeah, well. I didn’t.”
“It wasn’t intentional, Alex.” He shifts in place, running a hand through his blonde locks. When Alex sits up, he notices the dried blood Henry had missed when cleaning himself up. “I’d recently had to deal with my father’s true death, something which I still have not fully recovered from. I wasn’t quite ready to welcome anyone into town, especially…”
When he trails off, Alex finds himself leaning in a little, almost enthralled. “Especially what?”
Piercing blue eyes meet chocolate ones and Alex almost forgets to breathe.
“Especially when the most beautiful man I’d ever seen in my centuries on this god-forsaken planet was standing right in front of me.”
Oh. Oh.
Pez was right. Of course he was, but… fuck.
There’s a moment where Alex can’t help but wonder… is this another dream? One where he wakes up and none of it happened?
He doesn’t think he can take that. Not after tonight.
“Henry.” The name comes out breathlessly, his hand slowly moving out to take Henry’s into it. Henry doesn’t stop him. “I don’t hate you. I think I was so put off that night we met because I saw someone so goddamn beautiful that he took my breath away. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“It’s more than mere attraction, Alex.” They’ve somehow moved so they’re facing each other, knees brushing as Henry’s thumb caresses Alex’s knuckles. “It’s not unusual for humans to grow attached to certain vampires and vice versa. It tends to lead to pain rather than joy, so it’s easier to sever a bond before it can be created.” He sighs slowly, eyes fluttering closed. “You’re like an inferno, Alex. Beautiful, bright, full of life. The last thing you need is a vampire putting out your flame.”
“Henry, hey. Look at me.” His free hand cups Henry’s chin as he meets that blue-eyed gaze once more. “I don’t care about any of that. I’m not afraid, Henry. I almost died twice in three weeks, and you saved my life. You risked your own for me -”
“And I’d do it again, Alex. When I saw him charging at you… I can’t remember the last time I felt anger like that.”
The expression that crosses over Henry’s face is almost feral. Alex has never been so turned on in his life. “Yeah?”
“Yeah- wait, what?”
“Tell me more.” Alex leans in closer, his lips barely an inch from Henry’s. “Tell me how I make you feel.”
Bright blue eyes darken as Henry’s grip tightens on Alex’s hand. “You make me feel bloody insane, Alex. Being near you is impossible, and being away from you is truly horrible.” His free hand finds Alex’s thigh and squeezes. “I’ve never wanted anyone - human, vampire, or the like - like I want you. It’s terrifying.”
A soft whine escapes Alex as he practically shifts into Henry’s lap, neither man bothering to pretend like they don’t know where this conversation is going. Large hands move to grip his hips and Alex has the sudden, desperate urge to be fucked until he sees stars.
This time, however, it won’t be a dream.
“Henry.” His hands are on Henry’s face, their lips brushing with each word as he presses his hips down against the vampire’s. “Those dreams… I haven’t slept properly in weeks. Mainly because when I wake up, you’re not there, and getting off alone after the filthy things you did to me in my dreams was too much to bear.”
Even in the haze of their mutual need, Alex can see the genuine warmth in Henry’s gaze. Henry likes him. More than that, Henry wants this, too.
“Alex…”
“Henry, this isn’t just because of those dreams. I’ve fuckin’ wanted you for years, even if I didn’t know it back then. It’s so fucking obvious now.” He’s whining a little and grinding down on Henry once more, dragging a moan from the vampire. “But right now, if you don’t kiss me, I might actually fucking die, and then it would all be for noth-”
He’s cut off by Henry’s lips on his, and suddenly, nothing else in the entire stupid world matters because Henry Fox is kissing him.
Henry - vampire Henry - is kissing him. And not only is he kissing Alex, but he’s kissing Alex like he might fucking burst into flames if he stops.
Any reservations Alex may have had about being with Henry are gone the moment their lips connect. He’s kissed those lips in his dreams, yet it’s nothing compared to the real thing.
The real thing being Henry, whose strong hands are gripping his waist like a lifeline; Henry, who’s sucking on his tongue while grinding his hips upwards, making Alex whine as he slowly drains the last bit of the human’s sanity with every drag of his tongue.
Henry fucking Fox, who still has traces of Miguel Ramos’s blood on him, suddenly standing with Alex in his arms, carrying him upstairs and to Alex’s bedroom within half of a second.
Alex, who’s so turned on he feels like he could die, finds himself desperate in a way he’s never experienced. It’s intoxicating.
“Fuck, baby. Do you want me or something?”
It’s meant as a joke, though the breathless delivery cuts out the humor. Instead, Henry’s eyes are almost black now, his hands making quick work of Alex’s clothing. “Yes, you preening arse. I’ve wanted you for long enough that I don’t plan on waiting another fucking second.”
And, look. Alex is bisexual, yes. Alex has had his experiences with men and women. He generally prefers to top, though he occasionally doesn’t mind bottoming.
But hearing those words come from Henry’s lips, all while he’s looking at Alex like he’s physically struggling not to devour him?
Alex has never wanted a dick inside of him so badly in his entire life.
He responds by pulling Henry down with a hand in those blonde locks and kissing him with a newfound desperation, and fuck - Alex can already tell that kissing Henry is never going to get old.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Henry grins now, wicked and hungry, kissing a trail down Alex’s jaw, neck, and collarbones; blonde hair falling into those fucking eyes as he holds Alex’s gaze, hands gripping tanned thighs and spreading them open, putting Alex on full display for Henry.
Alex can’t remember the last time he’s felt vulnerable like this. Which is kind of hilarious, Alex thinks hysterically, considering he’s been literally saved from death by Henry twice. It’s a different kind of feeling now; Henry offering to save his life from what Alex had assumed was some sort of obligation, versus Alex offering himself to Henry because he wants to.
And fuck, does he want to.
Henry’s lips leave a burning trail behind them, Alex’s body alight with desire and pure fucking need. He’s already achingly hard when Henry is finally in between his legs, one hand stroking his cock and eliciting a needy moan from his parted lips. “Henry-”
“Look at you,” Henry murmurs, his voice thick with lust as his thumb circles the tip of Alex’s leaking cock. “So wet for me, darling.”
“Just for you. N-Need you so bad.”
If Henry wasn’t already the hottest creature Alex had ever seen, watching the vampire wrap his lips around Alex’s cock and take him fully down his throat in one go may have cinched it.
Henry sucks Alex off like he’s starving, bobbing his head along his length, gripping his thighs and placing them on either shoulder. He moans around Alex, and in turn Alex finds himself unable to keep quiet as he fucks Henry’s throat, yelling and gasping and moaning with each drag of that tongue along his shaft.
“Fuck, Henry, holy shit-- Jesus, how are you so fucking good?”
“Centuries of practice.”
Henry winks and Alex can’t help the breathless laugh that punches out of his throat, despite it turning into a moan the moment Henry goes back to sucking him off while sinking a lubed up finger inside of him.
(It shouldn’t be so hot watching Henry use his vampire powers mid-sex, but. Well. Alex is a weak man, it would seem.)
Any other day, he’d have been embarrassed at how quickly he finds himself hurtling towards the edge, but right now, he doesn’t fucking care. He just wants Henry to ruin him; he wants to forget his name, to give himself over, to allow Henry to take control.
He wants to be Henry’s and Henry’s alone.
The third finger being added is what does it for Alex, shouting out in surprise when Henry lifts his head and grins as Alex comes all over his chest, Henry’s fingers pressed against his prostate. It’s enough to make his vision go dark for a few seconds as pleasure takes over every atom of his body; pleasure caused by Henry as Nora’s words ring in the back of his mind.
You two are connected.
He blinks up at Henry, smiling when the vampire leans in and kisses him slowly and deeply. Henry’s rock hard against his thigh and Alex feels his own spent cock twitching in interest. “Baby?”
“Hmm?”
“This connection thing… does it make us actually having sex more… intense?”
Henry hums softly, shifting between Alex’s legs and cupping his chin. “It does, for both of us. Everything is heightened. Including pleasure.” He leans in and kisses Alex once more before nosing down to his neck, inhaling slowly, then releasing a shuddering sigh. “You have no idea how good you smell.”
Well, that’s new.
“Yeah?” Alex bares his neck without really thinking twice about it, his hips rutting against Henry’s. “Me or my blood?”
“Both. But your blood… Christ, Alex. You have no idea how difficult it was to stay away from you the day you were stabbed. I could smell it in the air.” He shudders right next to Alex’s pulse point, and Alex whines when he realizes that Henry’s fangs are now extracted, the point grazing his skin. “I’ve never wanted anything like I want you.”
Something about that has Alex shifting beneath him, his too-loud brain requiring answers despite his cock begging for attention. “Are… you only here because of that?”
“Christ - darling, no. I didn’t mean it like that.” He lifts his head, his expression surprisingly soft for a man with his fangs clearly visible. “I want you. If I never drink your blood, I don’t care. It’s in my nature to want to, but I’d never do something you were uncomfortable with.”
Alex can tell he’s being honest. Knowing that Henry is willing to fight against his own goddamn nature just for him is… well, it means a lot to him.
Thankfully for them both, it’s not a choice Alex will ask him to make.
“I believe you.” He cups Henry’s chin and pulls him in for a slow kiss before murmuring, “but I want you to bite me while you fuck me. I want to feel you everywhere.”
Henry all but growls against his lips as he kisses him once more, one hand grabbing the lube. It’s a few moments later when he’s positioned in between Alex’s legs, and with a slow thrust he’s finally pushing inside of Alex.
Alex finds himself unable to speak, choosing instead to cling to Henry as every fucking nerve in his body ignites with pleasure. Inch by inch Henry sinks into him, and with each moment he finds himself deliriously wondering how he’d ever thought he hated this gorgeous, incredible man.
Henry being lethal and protective also happens to be a massive turn-on.
It’s not until Henry bottoms out that Alex, looking into those goddamn eyes again, realizes that Henry has ruined him for anyone else. And judging by the way Henry is looking back, he feels - he hopes - that the blonde feels the same for him.
“H-Henry -- oh, fuck-”
“Shh. Breathe for me, darling.”
Alex releases a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding, his body trembling. It’s unlike anything he’s ever felt before.
He can feel Henry buried deep inside of him, but it’s more than that. It’s the way he feels that thick, perfect cock throb when he clenches around him. It’s the way he watches Henry’s microexpressions flicker over his perfect, beautiful face when he looks at Alex. It’s the way that, despite the fact that Henry’s heart no longer beats, he seems to be in tune with Alex’s.
When Alex nods and Henry finally moves, any and all thoughts floating around in Alex’s too-busy brain dissipate, leaving only Henry Henry Henry.
Being fucked by Henry is nothing like he’d imagined in his dreams.
It’s so much fucking better.
Here, he can watch Henry’s face and know that it’s real. He can feel every fucking inch of that impossibly long dick, his body taking it eagerly. He can run his fingers through those soft blonde locks and touch his face; he doesn’t have to hold back, because every time he moans or whines, Henry seems to grow ever more eager.
Not to mention the dirty talk.
“Alex, fuck - you’re so bloody tight, darling. You feel incredible. You’re so good for me, aren’t you?” His lips latch onto Alex’s neck as he lifts his hips, somehow thrusting even deeper and making Alex see fucking stars.
It’s fucking intoxicating… and yet. Alex wants more.
“H-Henry…” He groans, arching his back as the other slams forward and hits his prostate dead on. “Ohh, holy shit, fucking hell - baby, bite me.”
Henry’s hips stutter as he lifts his head to meet Alex’s gaze. He looks almost crazed; beautiful, perfect, hungry.
Hungry for Alex.
“Alex…”
“Please. I want you to.” Henry’s fangs extract and Alex can’t help but reach up with a trembling hand, lovingly touching those sharp, lethal incisors. The same teeth that killed Miguel Ramos hours before, now being used for an entirely different reason. “Bite me, Henry. I’m yours.”
A pregnant silence fills the air for a long moment before Henry leans down and kisses Alex, his lips warm and wet. They trail down his jaw and, as Alex bares his neck once more, Henry slams his hips forward and sinks his teeth into the skin.
Pain flashes through his body, quickly mixing with the pleasure of Henry’s cock still fucking him. Each thrust grows harder, more desperate. He can feel Henry drinking from the mark on his neck, the blood dripping down his collarbone, the precome leaking from the tip of his cock. He’s flooded with pleasure - Henry’s pleasure, he assumes - and the combination of all of it is enough to have him crying out, arching his back as he comes in between them.
Henry snarls, his hips snapping over and over. When he finally lifts his head, Alex can see the blood dripping down his mouth and chin; he can see the crazed hunger and lust in Henry’s eyes, and yet… and yet.
He knows he’s safe.
He’s also suddenly aware that Henry is lifting his hips and bending him almost in half, fucking him harder and faster until he slams forward, filling Alex to the brim, and holy fucking shit.
Alex is definitely ruined for anyone else.
They lie together for a few moments, kissing slowly, Alex carding his fingers through Henry’s hair. Henry breaks the kiss and, using one of his fangs, breaks the skin of his own finger and rubs the blood on the bite wound, causing it to close up within seconds.
“I’m never getting used to that,” he murmurs, causing Henry to chuckle and kiss him again. Not that Alex minds, of course. “You’re fucking amazing, you know that?”
“Says you.” His smile is soft now, a sight that has Alex’s heart squeezing in his chest. “I’ve had my… dalliances over the years, but you… you’re bloody incredible, Alex.”
“Ohh, your dalliances, huh?” Henry scrunches his nose at Alex’s terrible attempt at a British accent, causing Alex to laugh and pull him in for another kiss. “Hen… I hope… I mean. I want to be more than a dalliance for you. But like, if you just wanted -”
“Alex.”
“Shit, that was a lot. Sorry. I know we just fucked so it’s probably too much -”
“Alex.”
“Sorry, I’ll just… god, I’m sorry for saying anything, I’m an idiot-”
Henry shuts him up with a kiss. It works, distracting Alex enough to ease his racing mind.
“Alex Claremont-Diaz, forgive me for being bold, but I’ve been halfway in love with you for a long bloody time. The prospect of being with a human, of watching you grow old and die while I stay the same age… it terrifies me.”
Alex’s hand moves up to cup his face. Henry kisses the palm, his blue eyes watching Alex with a warm, soft expression that leaves an ache in Alex’s chest.
“Henry… baby, listen to me. I don’t know what’s gonna happen or what any of this means for the long term, but I want you. I want us. We’ll figure this out, okay? You and me.”
“You and me,” Henry repeats back before kissing Alex once more. Alex will never, ever tire of those kisses.
They make out for a few more minutes before the reality of the drying fluids on their bodies sinks in. They shower together, Henry’s hands running over his skin, blood and come and sweat pouring down the drain in between kisses and gentle touches. Henry’s fingers trail over the spot where Alex had been stabbed - no scar was present.
No trace of Miguel Ramos had been left.
They fall asleep together, Henry’s arms wrapped around Alex, and as Alex drifts off to sleep, he thinks that he’d happily spend the rest of eternity together with Henry.
“I’m sorry; let me make sure I heard you right. Did you say you were stabbed?”
“I… did say that. Yes.”
“Over a month ago?!?”
Alex winces as June practically yells in his ear, smacking her hand away. “Would you shut up? Jesus, Bug, I’m right here.”
“Gee, sorry, I just found out that my brother was fucking stabbed by a fucking lunatic and he didn’t tell me! Am I supposed to be chill about that?”
“This is why I didn’t tell you when it happened, June. Because I knew you’d freak out and I really just… needed to process it at the time.”
June sighs now, running a hand over her face. “Shit, okay, I’m sorry. I just can’t believe you’ve been dealing with this alone.”
“Oh, it’s fine. Completely fine. I haven’t been alone. I do have friends, bug.”
Her eyebrow raises at that. “Nora knows, doesn’t she?”
He wants to lie to her so badly, but June knows him better than anyone else. “She figured it out. I didn’t tell her. Don’t be mad at her, Bug. I begged her to keep it a secret.”
June sighs once more. “Okay, fine. Anyone else.”
“Um…” Alex shifts, running a hand through his hair. “Pez, of course. Oh, and Henry. But that’s-”
“Henry?? Like Henry Fox, the vampire you fucking hate?”
“Yeah… about that. He’s the one who saved my life.”
There’s a pause before she speaks again, her expression softening. “Henry saved your life? How?”
Alex knows there’s no use in holding back, so he tells her everything. The fact that Alex was dying, drinking Henry’s blood, Henry ghosting him for weeks while he dealt with the aftermath. (She doesn’t need to know about the sex dreams, and he knows she wouldn’t want to.) He tells her about Miguel’s second visit, Henry’s rescue…
“... I don’t know, Bug. During those weeks apart, I realized I didn’t know him like I thought. And we talked a lot, and then…”
“Oh my god, no. Save it. I know that look.” She waves her hands in front of her face as he chuckles. “Alex, I love you. So please know that what I’m going to say next is purely out of the incredibly strong urge to keep you safe.”
“Bug.”
“I like Henry, I do. In fact, he saved your life twice, so I love him a bit too. But he’s a vampire. He’s going to stay the same age while you grow older. Are you sure you’re ready to throw yourself into that life? Are you both ready to deal with the inevitable heartbreak?”
Reaching across the table, Alex takes his sister’s hand into his own and gives it a gentle squeeze. “I am. And… I’ve thought about it. A lot. I know it seems fast, and I’m not making any decisions now, but…”
“You’re going to ask him to turn you.”
It still terrifies Alex sometimes how well his sister can read him. “Yes.”
June exhales slowly, squeezing his hand in return. “Alex.”
“Hey.” He moves around the table to hug his sister, her presence grounding him in a way only she can do. “I’m still me. I’m not going anywhere, not for a long time, okay? But if I’m not in love with him already, I’m falling pretty fucking fast.” He squeezes her shoulder. “This isn’t a decision I’m considering lightly. And it’s something I wouldn’t do tomorrow or even in a year from now. But if Henry is the one, I won’t hesitate when the time comes.”
“I know.” She gives him a soft smile, eyes wet with tears. “I’m happy for you, baby brother. You deserve this kind of love. I just hope you both know what you’re doing, but either way, you have my support.”
As Alex hugs his sister again, he realizes how much her approval on this particular subject means to him.
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TEN YEARS LATER
Alex awakens with a start, groaning as he tries to get ahold of his surroundings.
His mouth is dry, his head pounds, and he feels disgusting. Everything sounds too loud.
“What the fuck… Henry?”
His eyes blink open, adjusting in the dark, and he realizes he’s in a dug open grave.
It’s not until he climbs out and sees Henry, covered in dirt, watching him with the same gummy smile he’d fallen in love with all those years ago. It’s different now, though.
“You did it, my love.”
The sensation of teeth on his bottom lip has him lifting his hand, touching the extracted fangs he now bears, it all comes back to him in an instant.
Henry and Alex, kissing deeply in the graveyard. Henry draining Alex of his blood, replacing it with some of his own. Henry holding Alex as he slept.
“How long was I out?”
“A day and a half, give or take. Not the longest I’ve seen people take to turn.”
Alex laughs at that, his senses heightened in a way he’s never known he could experience. He may be undead, but he’s never felt so alive.
He’s also starving.
“You need to eat,” Henry says with a smile, pulling Alex in and cupping his chin. “We’ll head home after, and I’ll teach you everything I can about this life.”
As Alex follows Henry out of the graveyard, watching the man he’s loved for so long lead him towards the beginning of their forever, he knows he made the right choice.