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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      終わりのセラフ_|_Owari_no_Seraph_|_Seraph_of_the_End
  Relationship:
      Ferid_Bathory/Hyakuya_Mikaela
  Character:
      Hyakuya_Mikaela, Ferid_Bathory
  Additional Tags:
      feridmika, Canon, underage_Mika, Dubious_Consent, set_before_the_great
      escape, what_Mika_had_to_do_for_that_curry
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-16 Words: 2285
****** Creme Brulée ******
by KittehBoesternchen
Summary
     Just before the escape from the vampire capital, Mika makes sure his
     family will be fed that evening.
     For that large a favor, Ferid expects more than just a sip of his
     blood.
Notes
     I am vaguely sorry about this (but not very much....). Hope you
     enjoy!
The first time Mika sold his blood for favors, he received a glass of fruit
juice, some sweets and a pat on the head.
No one could say Lord Ferid wasn’t a gracious host; the feeding didn’t hurt any
more than the harvesting did. A prick and then the weightless sensation that
came with losing blood, a kind of a daze that wasn’t all unpleasant, only a
little disconcerting. Mika didn’t mind it, honestly.
Feeding was forbidden in the capital. The queen didn’t like the habit of
keeping people as personal pets; feeding directly from the source created a
bond and the venom of a vampire’s fangs had the most peculiar effect on people.
Mika had felt that effect for himself already. Ferid’s bite had been quick, a
mere prick and he had retracted his fangs from Mika’s soft neck, sucking the
blood from the holes he had made instead of keeping the long eyeteeth in and
the vein open. It was quick and merely for the vampire’s enjoyment, not for
nourishment. Mika had felt almost numb and a little dizzy even after the
sweets.
Only when Ferid was sure Mika wouldn’t run and tell on him, he kept him around
longer. His venom made Mika shake and squirm and give soft little gasps, not
fatal in any way; it had been meant to make food pliant and susceptible after
all.
Yuu wasn’t happy with this, he had voiced his protests quite loudly when the
vampire noble had happened upon them this afternoon. Mika had to prove to his
precious friend that this wasn’t a bad deal, that he was doing something to
survive and make a change in their lives. He had to show him that he was doing
it for their family, ultimately.
Sneaking through Ferid’s home, a manor hewn into the stone of the capital, he
had derived the perfect plan. Ask Ferid for a bigger favor and use the time in
which the vampire was distracted to find what he needed. He had barely stuffed
the map and pistol he had found into his pockets that the noble was back
already. “My dear little one, whatever are you doing here of all places?”
Mika turned to him with what he hoped looked like a relieved little smile on
his face, sweet and innocent. “I got lost, Lord Ferid. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean
to snoop.”
The vampire hummed, flipping long lavender hair back before bending down to his
level, cupping his cheek; his thumb passed under one blue eye so closely that
the long, sharpened nail skimmed Mika’s lashes. He tried hard not to shut his
eye. “It is a rather large place, my sweet,” the vampire cooed. “However, I
would ask you not to do it again. I left you in that room for a reason, you
know.” He offered Mika his hand and the boy took it, to be led away back
towards that sitting room. Ferid had put him in there while he had gone make
preparations for Mika’s payment and he had probably expected for the boy to
stay there; no such luck.
Ferid put him back onto the plush loveseat that stood in the room; it was his
dressing room from the looks of it, mirrors on all walls with a large dresser
to one corner. Mika sat down on the divan, red velvet and soft to sit on. It
was a sharp contrast to his creamy skin and the white of his track suit, Ferid
could appreciate that. “You know, I’m expecting something in return for that
big favor today.”
Mika nodded. “I know, Lord Ferid.” Any payment would be fair trade for what he
had asked the noble; good food for his whole family so they could get a big,
warm meal, strength for their imminent escape. Ferid sat down next to him,
reaching out to pet his hair. There was a hunger in his narrow face that seemed
to go deeper than just nipping from his blood. “There is something about you,
Mika,” Ferid purred, stroking ash-blonde hair back behind a round little ear.
Humans could be so misshaped in places, really. “Something that goes deeper
than just how delicious your blood is.” He pulled the boy closer and Mika went
willingly; this was what he was here for after all, why struggle? His lips
parted when Ferid played with the tear-shaped pendant hanging from his collar,
lifting it with one nail and letting it drop back into the hollow of his
throat. It seemed, for a moment, as if the vampire was thinking about
unclasping his collar, but he never did. Instead, Ferid pulled him in further
to straddle his lap, leaning back comfortably against the curved back of the
loveseat. Mika didn’t worry; Ferid had bitten him in all kinds of positions
already, it seemed to be a spur of the moment thing. Again, the vampire stroked
through Mika’s hair, his long nails scratching at his scalp lightly and Mika
almost purred with how nice that felt. Affection was hard to find in the
capital; it was broken up as soon as it happened by the guards. The children
that were kept as livestock weren’t meant to form bonds; the children of the
various orphanages were different, they had had that bond before and it was
hard to get out of them, but physical contact such as this was rare.
Ferid pulled him close with a hand cupping the back of his neck; his cool lips
brushed along his exposed collarbone, his free hand tugging open the zipper
holding his top closed. It was brushed down one shoulder and Ferid didn’t waste
time sinking his teeth into the tender skin where he found a suitable blood
vessel. The first pull made him groan.
Mika closed his eyes and hummed; it felt rather nice by now. Ferid would
usually pet him while he fed from him; that coupled with the lull of the venom
made him feel almost boneless, liquid. It was an odd feeling. The vampire took
his time with slow, gentle pulls from his vein; his thumb rubbed the other side
of Mika’s neck, his free hand holding his waist, but it didn’t stay there. When
a thumb landed on Mika’s nipple, stroking it delicately, the boy gave a
startled mew and blinked his eyes open. He was given no explanation to this new
caress, not even when the vampire’s fingers began plucking the nub until it
hardened. Mika squirmed. He was already feeling warm and the tugging sent odd
little thrills to his core low in his belly. Ferid’s tongue laved against his
neck, sealing the small holes his fangs had made, sealing the venom inside the
boy’s bloodstream. His hands didn’t stop touching the boy; the one on his neck
tipped his chin up so the vampire noble could see those blue eyes glaze over.
“Does that feel good?”
Mika could only nod. He felt warm and relaxed and the petting was so nice, his
body so starved for affectionate touch that he was easily swayed to this
treatment. If what Ferid wanted in return for his favor was to touch him a
little, Mika could easily get on board with that. Ferid couldn’t seriously hurt
him if he didn’t want his illegal affairs come into the light after all.
The blond moaned softly when the noble’s other hand went to his chest as well.
“You’re a good boy,” Ferid purred, cold eyes roving over the delicate body
straddling his lap. “Very good, just hold still.” His hands traced the contours
of the boy’s chest and stomach; the vest hung open completely by now, still on
one shoulder but the other side having slid down into the bend of Mika’s elbow.
His skin was flawless, creamy and flushed with arousal – even if Mika didn’t
know the name for what he was feeling yet. Ferid stroked the back of one curled
finger against the small, firm bulge between Mika’s spread thighs. The blond
replied with a soft whimper. “Yes, that feels nice, doesn’t it?” He didn’t wait
for a reply, fingers closing around Mika’s need and slowly stroking it. Before
his eyes, the boy squirmed and his pink mouth fell open in a gasp. Mika really
was beautiful for a human.
Ferid lifted the boy and put him onto the cushion he had vacated, on his knees
and facing the back of the loveseat. “Grasp the back.” Mika did as he was told
without protest, small fingers curling around the ornate backrest. His vest was
pulled tight against his back like this, exposing the elegant curve and dimpled
tailbone. Ferid smiled. This would be a treat he wasn’t often able to indulge
in.
His fingers made quick work of the boy’s pants, opening them and yanking them
down to his propped knees in one motion. Mika’s behind was pleasantly round,
his thighs slender, but not skinny. Ferid licked his lips; he wanted to bite
into one of those coltish legs and drink from there, see if he could make the
boy come like that. He would save that for later, however; first, he needed to
inspect the wares. The vampire set his long nails against the small of Mika’s
back and lightly dragged them down, over the round of his ass, down the back of
his thighs. Mika shuddered most delightfully. Ferid grasped him and spread the
plump cheeks. “Oh, yes, little one, that will do nicely.”
He didn’t know if the boy was a virgin still and he didn’t quite care; Mika’s
blood had the same effect on him that his venom did on the blond. He had had
more than just the usual sip today. The vampire took a vial of oil from his
pocket and rubbed the pad of his thumb against the cute little hole. Mika
stiffened and looked back at him, a tear in his blissful haze. Ah, yes,
definitely a virgin.
Ferid gave him a light smile that was supposed to be soothing and failed.
“Don’t worry, little Mika, I will make this quick.” And he fully intended to,
his cock was raging behind the fly of his pants. It was almost painful.
He uncorked the vial and put the mouth of it against Mika’s hole, pushing it in
lightly. Mika gasped; the stretch wasn’t very uncomfortable yet, the vial was
very thin, but the cool oil rolling into him and filling him up with thick
wetness felt very odd. “Lord Ferid…”
“Shh,” the noble purred back at him, tapping his index finger against the
bottom of the vial to force out the last drops and marveling at the way Mika
shuddered and his young body just ate up the lubrication. When he pulled the
vial away and set it aside, he had filled Mika’s snug channel so completely
that a thin stream of the pale golden liquid escaped and trailed down, over his
smooth balls, to drip onto the bloodred cushion between his knees. “You’ll be
fine. Remember what I did for you today.” Mika lowered his head and bit his
tongue to keep his mouth shut; a muffled whine escaped him when Ferid pushed
two long fingers inside him. That was even more uncomfortable. It was bearable.
It was necessary. His family would eat tonight. He leaned his forehead against
the back of the divan; bright green eyes flashed in front of his mind,
glittering at him from under chocolate bangs. He could do this.
Ferid pressed delicate against something inside him that replaced Yuu’s face
with bright stars. “Ah!”
“Yes, little one,” the vampire grinned, manipulating the boy’s sweet spot with
both fingertips until Mika was shaking beneath him. “Good boy. Very good.” He
spread his fingers apart to stretch the snug hole; more oil trickled out,
coating his palm.
While Mika was still distracted from the pleasure coursing through him
radiating from his core, Ferid freed his cock and slicked it with the oil on
his palm. Without giving the boy a moment, he pushed into him in one quick,
smooth slide; Mika yelped, his body tightening. Ferid groaned. The little blond
was tight and hot and slick, squirming and spasming around him, trying to
dislodge him. “Mm you make a good ride, little Mika….yes, writhe some more.”
Each little gasp and shake was rocking the boy backwards on his cock further.
He leaned over and sank his fangs into the curve of Mika’s neck, groaning at
the sudden pleasure of Mika’s blood on his tongue. Beneath him, Mika went slack
and pliant with the second dose of his venom.
Now Ferid could move; long, slow strokes, feeding his length into the boy’s ass
again and again while gulping down mouthfuls of sweet blood. Oh, he had to be
careful…he didn’t want to drain the boy.
He kept his promise, making it quick; a few firmer snaps of his hips and his
hand grasping Mika’s cock, squeezing and stroking him until Mika mewled and
shuddered apart, slicking his palm with warm cum. Ferid groaned; the boy became
even tighter. He forced himself into the pale behind once more, watching the
pink little hole stretch around him, slightly swollen from his rough love and
that was enough to fill the blond up.
Mika was panting; he barely noticed that Ferid was dressing him, wiping him
clean with a towel and pulling up his pants, then straightening his shirt…where
he had hidden the map and gun.
Ferid didn’t comment, but he allowed himself a private smirk when he sent the
boy on his way. “Naughty little Mika…don’t think you’re getting away from me.”
The hunt was on.
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