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"Isn't that the housekeeper for the Kamisato siblings?" A woman gasped as she walked by, addressing her friend with a gossipy tone. "Oh, poor guy..."
Thoma sat under the sakura tree in the center of Hanamizaka, trying to earn the trust of the adorable stray dogs and cats by offering them food. Like the people of Inazuma, these strays hadn't fully gotten used to him yet. But that was okay, because regardless of being seen as an outsider by some, he had managed to make enough friendships and connections to be considered a fixer. He knew with more time, the inhabitants of Inazuma City, human and animal alike, would learn to accept him.
"Poor guy?" The second girl repeated. "What makes you say that?"
Thoma felt that he shouldn't be listening to the secretive conversation about him, but it wasn't like he was attempting to eavesdrop. The young ladies were just being loud, almost like they wanted him to hear.
"You don't know? Surely you've heard about what happened to their last housekeeper years ago, right? She disappeared without a trace, just like all the other missing people..."
This piqued Thoma's interest. His own father had disappeared without a trace somewhere in Inazuma. What if this girl knew something?
"Did the Kamisato siblings have something to do with it?" The second girl spoke in a hushed tone, making him strain his ears as the pair departed.
"Did they-?!" The first girl scoffed, exasperated. "Of course, don't you listen to any rumors at all? That housekeeper's gonna get his blood drained soon enough, I bet. The Kamisato siblings..."
At that point, the pair got too far away to properly hear, which was okay. It was just more of that silly rumor, not anything useful. Thoma frowned at the cute puppy that stood wearily nearby as he realized that the girls were probably just trying to scare him and maybe drive him away.
The Mondstadt native had always been a fan of scary stories. One of the positives of Inazuma was its wealth of myths and legends about monsters and ghosts, called Youkai in Inazuma. Over the years, he'd heard quite a few about oni, kitsune, bake-danuki, and oddly, rumors about his employers, the siblings who had saved him and taken him in. From attending storytelling events and listening to whispers on the streets, he found that Youkai enthusiasts and conspiracy theorists alike all seemed to agree that the young Lord and Lady of the Yashiro Commission were blood-sucking monsters. Thoma had heard of the creatures as a child in Mondstadt. Vampires, immortal beings that would drink their victim's blood with a painful bite on the neck. This transferred the vampirism or sometimes just killed the victim.
But they were just a myth. Certainly, even if they did exist, the clever and diligent Ayato and kind and elegant Ayaka were no monsters. He'd lived in the Kamisato estate for almost eight years, practically grown up alongside them, and found no evidence whatsoever that suggested they could be vampires. They aged. They went out in the sun. Heck, he even cooked their meals- totally normal meals consisting of no human blood- and watched them eat and enjoy them.
Tossing another snack to the puppy, Thoma realized that he needed to head back if he wanted to prepare a meal tonight. He stood, causing the puppy to scamper away. Eventually, if he kept this up, maybe it would want to sit in his lap instead of acting so cautious. The thought made him smile.
After a quick walk to the main street of the city to buy ingredients for dinner and check on the tailoring progress of Lady Ayaka's newest kimono, Thoma left Inazuma City. He smiled and waved at everyone he saw, regardless of if he knew them or how irritable they looked. Most greeted him back, either personally knowing him or recognizing him as the outgoing fixer from the Yashiro Commission, bit a few went about their busy days or even scowled rudely. The people of Inazuma were so different from the people of Mondstadt. Where he grew up, there was a strong sense of community. Everyone knew each other and were always willing to help someone in need. Even men with high social standing like Grandmaster Varka and Crepus Ragnvindr were caring and neighborly.
In Inazuma, people kept to themselves more. He'd had to work hard to build up the network of relationships he had today.
The walk back to the Estate was long, but not unpleasant. He took the path often enough that he was comfortable with it. He even no longer got startled by the bake-danuki in Chinju forest like he did for years after he first arrived in Inazuma. Upon arriving home, he greeted the guards at the gate.
"Hello. Has the young master returned yet?" Thoma asked.
"Not yet," The guard who replied shook his head.
"Okay, thank you. Enjoy your evening!" He said, knowing those guards' shift ended soon.
Lady Ayaka was busy with planning for an upcoming festival when he arrived. Even though he was interrupting, she still smiled wide and welcomed him back home. He brought her tea and left her in peace, attending to his own duties in the kitchen.
About an hour later, while he was cleaning up after putting together a delicious traditional Inazuman meal, he heard the back door just outside the kitchen slam open. That particular door was small and discreet, the one meant for servants to travel from the kitchen to outside and back without disturbing the nobility. Heavy breathing and unsteady, stumbling footsteps in the hall suggested that the butler had gone out and had too much sake again. Thoma smiled to himself, amused at the other worker's drinking habits. This butler would fit right in in Mondstadt, Thoma thought to himself humorously as he strode across the kitchen to enter the hall and help the drunken man to his quarters.
When he opened the kitchen door, instead of an inebriated butler, he was greeted with a gruesome sight. Ayato stood doubled over in the servants’ hall, one hand white knuckled as he gripped a storage rack for support, the other arm holding his profusely bleeding stomach. The young master’s proper white outfit was dirty and soaked with blood, the front torn open over a deep gash in his stomach. There was so much blood that Thoma wasn't sure how the Commissioner was alive, much less standing.
"My Lord?!" The housekeeper gasped in horror. He felt faint from the sight, his mind suddenly launched into panic mode. He did his best to stay calm, knowing the decisions he made in this situation would determine if Ayato survived. Thoma rushed to the young man's side and took a towel from the storage rack, using the fabric to apply pressure to the wound.
Ayato's foggy eyes lit up with recognition as he winced from the contact.
"Thoma..." The injured man weakly attempted to speak.
"Don't talk, save your strength. You're gonna be okay," Thoma reassured. He could ask the man how he had been injured later. Right now stopping the bleeding was most important.
He put Ayato's arm over his shoulder and took him the short distance into his own bedroom. Thoma's room was in the same hall where they stood, and he knew he had a well-stocked first aid kit for emergencies. Uncaring of the blood staining his blankets, he got Ayato to lay down, making sure to keep pressure over the wound with the towel, which the young Master was bleeding through at an alarming rate.
"Hold this in place," He said, guiding one of the Commissioner's cold hands to the fabric.
Ayato complied. At least he had enough strength left to apply pressure to his wound. Thoma rushed to the other side of the room where he kept the first aid kit, then laid the package on the bed and opened it. A blue potion bottle sat inside, a healing potion that mimicked the effects of a vision-wielding healer, though significantly weaker. He grabbed that first and returned to Ayato's side.
"You're gonna have to drink this healing potion," Thoma explained.
He uncapped the bottle and carefully guided it to the injured man's lips, then slowly tilted it up, sighing in relief as Ayato drank. That should help, but the wound was way too nasty for Thoma to treat himself.
"I'll send for a healer at once, my lord," Thoma said, then started to leave the room.
"No!" Ayato snapped. "Do not tell anyone else about this."
"Lord Ayato," Thoma frowned, confused. "You need medical attention that I'm unable to give you. I have to call for someone else. Your wound could be fatal if not treated properly."
"I know how this looks, but please believe me. I don't need help. If you tell another soul about this, you will be betraying my orders and my trust," Ayato spoke quietly but sternly.
He was being serious, but Thoma didn't understand why. Sometimes, instead of blindly following orders, Thoma felt that it was necessary to do what he knew was right. The orders and trust of a dead man wouldn't mean anything anyway, so he would send for a doctor despite Ayato's seemingly delusional refusal.
"Thoma..." Ayato pleaded when the blond reached the door. He sounded so heartbroken, so desperate, that it made him pause.
The Yashiro Commissioner was the type of man who was always three steps ahead of Thoma. Not just Thoma, but everyone, really. If Ayato was insisting so strongly, he must have a good reason. The housekeeper realized that this must be part of some larger plot that he was unaware of. The young master had things under control like always. There was no way he would actually risk succumbing to a wound, not when he cared so deeply about Ayaka. Her big brother would not dare leave her the way their parents had.
So, Thoma stopped at the door and turned back to the bloodied man lying in his bed.
"Yes, my lord. I'll stay, but please tell me what's happening. Why don't you want to see a healer?"
Ayato visibly relaxed once the housekeeper agreed to stay, letting his head fall onto the pillow. He stared up at the ceiling blearily, and that made Thoma worried for him again. He rushed over and made sure enough pressure was still being applied to the wound. The bleeding seemed to be slowing, thankfully, most likely due to the potion.
Finally, as the blond fretted over him, Ayato explained.
"I... had an encounter with three Kairagi who were rather displeased with me. Nothing I couldn't handle," He paused. "There's no need to worry. I can heal the wound myself."
The commissioner was already sounding better, but… that didn’t make any sense.
"How?" Thoma asked. "Your vision? I wasn't aware you held that sort of power." His eyebrows furrowed with confusion.
"Something like that," Ayato chuckled weakly, a flash of his canines prominent in his smile.
While Thoma was failing to decipher the other man's message, Ayato suddenly sat up and pulled the bloody towel away from his stomach.
"My lord!" The caretaker yelped, scrambling to stop the foolish action. Then he froze, staring in disbelief at the freshly healed pale skin where the egregious wound had been minutes before. There was a scar, but the cut was miraculously gone. The healing potion commonly kept in first aid kits was nowhere near potent enough to do something like that, and he'd never even noticed Ayato using his vision. He was so shocked that his mouth hung open.
The newly healed man peeled off his ruined shirt and laid back again. He used the dry parts of the shirt to clean his scarred torso nonchalantly, like nothing had even happened to him.
"Huh?" Thoma said dumbly. "Was it fake? Were you trying to trick someone?"
He studied the convincing blood for signs that it was all fabricated.
"No, no. It was very real. I'm still not feeling well at all; losing that much blood is exhausting," Ayato sighed and let the rag that was once an elegant jacket fall to the floor. His purplish eyes locked onto Thoma, wandering down to his throat.
Thoma stared back, noticing that the other man truly looked exhausted, as if he might pass out at any moment. Even if he was no longer bleeding, he almost seemed to be in a worse condition now with the toll of healing the injury weighing heavily on him.
"Is there anything I can do to help you?" Thoma asked, worried.
"Would you mind fetching a change of clothes for me?" Ayato said after a few moments of silence spent staring intently at the blond's skin.
"Oh! Of course, just a moment," The housekeeper left to the laundry quarters to pick out an outfit that he would be comfortable in while recovering. Even if the miracle he'd just witnessed didn't make much since, this chore did, and he was glad to return to normalcy for a moment.
When he entered his room again, Ayato was naked, still wiping his blood off of himself, looking like he was mulling something over. Thoma tried not to let the fact that the young master was completely naked on his bed bother him too much despite the racy implications. As close friends for nearly a decade and members of the same sex, the two had seen each other that way many times. Thoma averted his eyes, aggressively reminded himself that any affection he felt toward Ayato was platonic, and handed over the clean outfit.
Clothes rustled as the man redressed himself.
"Thoma," Ayato swallowed nervously, which wasn't like him.
"Hmm?" He responded, formality momentarily forgotten.
"My trusted friend for nearly a decade and loyal retainer of the Kamisato clan... If I were to tell you something about myself, would you keep it secret, no matter how shocking?" As he spoke, Ayato reached out and grabbed the housekeeper by the wrist, asking him to sit down on the edge of the bed with a gentle tug. Thoma sat, noticing how the young master's fingers found his pulse point on his wrist and hovered there reverently. The touch was weak and shaky after what he'd been through.
"Yes, lord Ayato. Of course. I'm always here for you."
His mind raced, sifting through the possibilities of what he might be told. A confession? Had the Commissioner done something terrible to prompt the assassination attempt? Or would it be a different type of confession? He felt his cheeks heat slightly at the notion. More likely, the overworked man just needed to vent about some negative emotions that his near-death experience had brought to the surface. But Ayato was acting so strange that he truly had no idea what to expect.
"You're familiar with the mythical beings of Inazuma, and how certain citizens in our country are not human? Guuji Yae, or that Oni troublemaker for example?" The blue haired man prompted.
"Yeah?" Thoma wondered. That wasn't where he had expected this conversation to go at all. What was Ayato getting at? The other man's fingers rubbed tender circles above his pulse.
"The Kamisato clan are, too, descended from a certain type of Youkai. I am a vampire. That is why that injury was nowhere near as life-threatening as it seemed."
Thoma was already pulling his arm away in surprise and stumbling backward before Ayato could finish speaking. His green eyes searched his friend, trying to find humor in his expression. Some sign that this was a mischievous joke. Ayato must have heard the outrageous rumors and was now showing his more impish side. But the man smiled, and in place of his normal canines, long fangs pressed against his bottom lip.
"You're afraid?" Ayato asked, his emotions unreadable.
"I... No!" He was a little afraid. Vampires were nasty creatures according to the stories he’d heard, but he wanted to trust him. This was still Ayato. Even if he was a vampire, everything else he knew about the man couldn't be a lie. "Just... do you kill people to eat, then?"
"Ah, nothing like that. Vampires are misunderstood creatures. We gain strength from drinking blood, but it is not necessary. I have never killed someone for that purpose," Ayato soothed his worries.
"So then, Lady Akaya is also-?"
"A vampire, yes."
"I apologize, I'm having trouble processing..." The blond partially hid his face behind a hand, holding his forehead in an overwhelmed gesture. The useless thought that kept coming back to him was that he just couldn’t believe the ridiculous gossip was true to some extent.
Thoma was once again aware of the other's gaze locked on his neck. This time he knew he was staring at his jugular veins as if he could sense the warm blood running through them. From the way Ayato looked at him, he was almost positive he literally could.
"I'm afraid I must add something else for you to process. I just lost a lot of blood, and between that and the energy expended to heal, I'm very thirsty. That's why my fangs are out," Ayato hinted carefully, not wanting to scare him off.
Thoma almost instinctively offered to get him a drink before realizing that he was the drink now.
"Oh," Was all he said, quietly. Fearfully. "Won't that turn me into a vampire?"
"Not at all, and I would never take enough to harm you," Ayato continued when he knew Thoma understood. "This is a request, though, not an order. You don't have to do this."
A pause. Ayato swallowed thickly as he watched his housekeeper's blood pump.
"But please, if you don't agree, leave me here alone and lock the door. I won't be able to keep control of myself around you," Ayato said, sending a shiver of danger up Thoma's spine. "Your blood always smells so good."
The retainer felt his face heat at the strange compliment. That was certainly not a sentence he ever expected to hear.
Although he was scared - after all, until minutes ago he'd thought vampires were nothing but monsters from scary stories - he knew Ayato needed help. His lavender eyes were dull, he was incredibly pale, and he struggled to take even breaths.
"I'll help you," Thoma agreed hesitantly.
He had once sworn his loyalty to the Kamisato siblings and promised to stay at their sides to help them in any way he could. That decision had earned him his vision. He was doing the right thing.
Ayato smiled, genuine but strained. The action showed off sharp white fangs.
"Are you sure? Please, Thoma. I don't want to do anything to you that you don't want," The Commissioner likely sensed the fear and apprehension from the other man, perhaps smelling it on him. His friend seeking confirmation from him made Thoma feel a little more comfortable.
"I'm nervous, but I want to help you, my lord," Thoma said honestly, taking the initiative and sitting on the side of the bed, knowing he would have to offer himself to the weak man.
"I see. Your nerves will settle," Ayato said thoughtfully. It made Thoma wonder how he could be so sure.
"... Is it true that vampires drink from your neck?" He asked, already imagining the pain, the side of his throat prickling with a phantom ache at the thought.
"That would be ideal, yes," Lavender eyes raked over him hungrily.
His pulse quickened, but he accepted that answer.
Ayato reached out and grabbed him gently, pushing him until he was lying flat on his back.
"Lay back and take deep breaths, my dear."
The pet name made Thoma melt, obeying the young master's wishes. He didn't realize how fast his heart had been pounding until his measured breathing forced it to calm somewhat. Ayato carded his fingers through his hair and rubbed his arm reassuringly as he tried to relax. Soon, Thoma's jacket and shirt were pulled off, leaving his chest, and more importantly his neck, completely bare.
"As I understand it, being bit is an intense experience, especially the first time. It would be best if you remained in this position," The vampire explained, laying down on his side next to Thoma, giving himself room to lean in and bite. "I am not so weak that I need you to put in the effort to feed me."
They were in a rather intimate position, laying against eachother in his bed, their top halves unclothed, but the body next to him was not as warm as a human should be. As Ayato should be. It made the caring blond focus on how the other man needed his help instead of on the potential embarrassment.
"Will it hurt?" Thoma gulped. He didn't exactly have a high pain tolerance, so that was what was scaring him most. He trusted Ayato not to kill or turn him, but what if he couldn't handle the bite anyway?
The man beside him tensed.
"Oh, goodness no. A vampire's bite contains a weak venom that relaxes the victim and prevents them from fighting back, thus avoiding harm to them and the vampire alike."
Thoma didn't enjoy the use of the word "victim".
"It has no long term effects, but in the short term it makes the experience pleasurable. You will not be in pain," Ayato finished his patient explanation.
"Pleasurable?" Thoma repeated, wanting to know what to expect. The knowledge did make him feel a little better, though. Feeling drugged during the bite would be a lot better than suffering.
"Everyone has a different reaction to vampire venom, so I can't tell you exactly what will happen. But whatever you experience will be a perfectly natural reaction. No cause for alarm or shame." This time, it was clear that the man was growing antsy as he spoke, focusing on the blood running through Thoma's veins instead of on what he was saying.
"Okay... thank you for explaining," Thoma nodded in understanding.
Ayato brushed his fingers over Thoma's carotid artery, finding his quick pulse, and groaned. Thoma flinched.
"D-do you have any more questions?" Ayato strained, obviously struggling to hold back now.
"I... I don't think so," His mind was racing too much to think of anything. "I'm ready."
Ayato leaned in until he could feel breath on his neck, making him squeeze his eyes shut.
"Tilt your head for me," Ayato murmured.
Thoma turned his head to the side and bared his neck to the vampire. Something touched his skin, but instead of fangs, it was a tongue. Ayato slowly licked over his pulse point, dragging his warm tongue along the sensitive skin and spreading his saliva. Thoma couldn't help but whimper the third time that the tongue pressed against him, the contact to such a vital area sending tiny shocks of adrenaline into his system. A small shiver traveled through his body when Ayato pulled back, leaving behind saliva that made his skin tingle and begin to feel numb.
"Tell me if you need me to stop at any time. I'm going to drink slow so it will be less of a shock to your body," Ayato rested one hand on his shoulder and the other on his forehead. He rubbed gently again to soothe him, but Thoma quickly realized that the vampire was primarily holding him in place.
"Yes, sir..." Thoma agreed, his eyes still squeezed shut. He felt shaken that Ayato felt the need to pin him down, but he didn't protest.
And then, the moment of truth. Ayato leaned back in and bit down into his neck, fangs sinking in to pierce his artery. With the salvia numbing the area, he felt pressure more than pain. Then a sharp pinch when the fangs penetrated past the numb sensation.
"Ah!" He yelped. His body jerked to get away, but Ayato held him firmly, making sure he didn't tear his own flesh by struggling. His instincts were screaming that the vampire was killing him by biting into a vital area. Thoma gasped. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears. He clenched his fists in the blanket, willing himself to stay still.
Ayato wasn't hurting him and wasn't going to hurt him. He knew he just needed to calm down. Counting usually helped him with with that, so Thoma counted in his head.
By three, he noticed that his neck felt warm where the vampire's fangs penetrated his artery. By ten, he starting feeling better. His increased heart rate spread the venom Ayato had mentioned throughout his body efficiently, making his limbs soon feel warm, too.
"Mmmn. It feels weird, Ayato," He complained weakly, letting his eyes open. He couldn't look at the other man while they were in this position, leaving him to stare at the ceiling.
He felt the dull suction of Ayato drinking a mouthful of blood, and then the rush of hot venom replacing it.
By twenty he felt dazed, but really good. He lost count soon after, no longer needing to calm himself. His muscles relaxed, and Ayato stopped holding him down, knowing he wouldn't struggle any further. Thoma's eyes fluttered as he basked in the feeling of bliss. As it went on, he realized that he'd never felt so relaxed in his life. It was nice. So, so nice. He listened to Ayato as he swallowed once every several seconds, slowly drinking his blood as he'd promised.
Even now that he was comfortable, thoroughly blissed out, even, the heat from the venom didn't subside. It gradually built up, spreading through his body and making his skin feel sensitive where it touched the blanket and especially Ayato's body. The vampire brought his hand to Thoma's hip to comfort him, only for the touch to send pleasurable tingles up his spine.
"Feels so good," Thoma moaned. "More..."
He didn't know if he was telling Ayato that the bite or the touching felt good, but it didn't really matter, because both were true. This feeling was definitely worth losing some blood.
His words seemed to goad Ayato into drawing blood a bit faster. Thoma let himself relax and listen to the rhythmic sound of the other man drinking from him. He was feeling warmer and warmer. Thoma's face burned with a deep flush, and he opened his mouth to pant, letting out whimpers and moans as Ayato brushed his hand over his clothed hip.
He didn't even realize he was aroused until the other's hand went a little too far off course and skimmed his erection.
"Aahn!" Thoma moaned loudly, twitching his hips at the contact.
Oh no. That wasn't good. But Ayato had assured him that whatever reaction he had to the venom was perfectly natural, so it wasn't really his fault that he was rock hard from it.
"Hmm," Ayato considered, his mouth still full. The sound vibrated against Thoma’s skin. His hip was stroked again, the young master so cruelly ignoring his aching erection.
Now that he had begun to process the mixture of bliss and warmth as lust, he was burning with it. He was so desperate to be touched, fucked, or used. He wanted anything that Ayato wanted to do to him. As it was, each time he felt the vampire slowly draw a mouthful of blood from the bite, he moaned shamelessly. The feeling of fangs in his flesh was so pleasurable he felt close to cumming just from the vampire bite.
"Mm... m-my lord," He tried begging. "Please, I..."
Hearing how wrecked his "victim" sounded made Ayato finally suck blood from the bite with purpose rather than taking slow and gentle sips. After a few more greedy gulps, Thoma started feeling lightheaded and his fingers and toes tingled. It made him worry even through the pleasure of the venom, so he sighed in relief when the vampire's fangs pulled out of his flesh. Before withdrawing completely, Ayato licked over the wound, collecting the dribbling blood and seemingly stopping the bloodflow.
He tried to lift his hand to check on the wound and confirm that it wasn't bleeding anymore, but he could only manage to drag his arm a couple inches across the blanket. Just because the bite was over didn't mean the venom had worn off. It still had a strong hold on him, making his muscles weak in a way that should be concerning but just wasn't. The pleasurable calming effects remained, as did the warmth that made him hard, sweaty, and desperate, especially now that Ayato was no longer touching him. Thoma had never felt so horny in his life, and if he could move, he would be jerking himself off right now, indifferent that the vampire was still watching him.
"Thank you, I'm much better already. How are you feeling, Thoma?" Ayato cupped his cheek tenderly and guided his head to turn so that their eyes met.
"I... g-good," He leaned into the touch. Ayato's hand was warm now like it should be.
The commissioner waited for him to continue, since they were both aware of Thoma's state of arousal, and when he didn't, Ayato smiled mischievously.
"Hmm, yes, you did seem to like that a lot," Ayato teased gently as his eyes pointedly drifted to his housekeeper's erection.
"You said it was normal!" Thoma protested, ashamed but helplessly excited that this interaction might lead to some relief.
"Usually this sort of response to a vampire's venom only happens when the victim has a preexisting attraction to the vampire. I've never seen it before in the few people I've done this with, but I can't say I'm particularly surprised." A small, neutral smile and calm tone kept Ayato from revealing much about his feelings on the matter.
Thoma squirmed, embarrassment making him wish he could disappear. How humiliating was it that his body's reaction to the venom had betrayed his long-suppressed feelings?
"Don't worry, I feel the same way," Ayato said.
"Huh?" Questioned Thoma.
"I've been attracted to you since I was fifteen," Ayato laughed like he was happy to finally be sharing that secret. "But at first you had that girlfriend, and then as I got older, I realized it would be wrong to take advantage of my position and your kindness by confessing, even when I started to notice the way you acted around me..."
Had he really been that obvious? Thoma had started to get a little more flustered around Ayato in recent years upon noticing what a fine young man he'd grown into, but the commissioner was always so busy with his duties that he assumed he was disinterested in romance.
This was so overwhelming. Ayato really insisted on dropping two bombshells in the form of his personal secrets today. Thoma wished they could have this conversation at a different time when it was easier for him to think. When his body wasn't begging for attention.
"It makes me truly happy to hear that, my lord, but could we maybe... talk about it later?" He struggled to give a composed response.
"Ah, my apologies. Of course," Ayato's gaze once again traveled between his legs, teasing his eager, aphrodisiac addled-mind.
"Would you touch me there, please?" Thoma turned his face away with humiliation after another failed attempt to move his hands onto his own body.
A concerned grimace crossed Ayato’s face.
"I shouldn't," He answered after a moment of hesitance. "You're in no state to give your consent."
"I am," Thoma lied. He knew he wasn't thinking straight right now due to the venom's effects, but he wasn't too far gone to remember that he would have been okay with this for a long time. "Please, I want it..."
With an exasperated laugh, the vampire relented. "Very well. I hope I won't do anything that the Thoma of the future finds objectionable, then."
Ayato leaned in and kissed him, their lips meeting with a surprised noise from Thoma. The kiss was slow, careful, giving him the opportunity to turn away. Instead, he tried his best to deepen it, licking his way into Ayato's welcoming mouth desperately. The other man tasted like blood, but that wasn't an issue when the contact sent tingles of pleasure through his oversensitive body. Thoma noticed that the fangs had retracted back into normal canines, so he couldn't cut his tongue on them and feed the vampire more of his blood like his lustful mind pictured.
Ayato trailed a hand down his chest, stomach, and then into his pants, stopping just before where Thoma needed to be touched. The housekeeper's hands trembled with anticipation.
"You're sure about this?" Ayato asked again, making scrutinizing eye contact.
"Yes, yes- Ayato!" Thoma cried out when elegant fingers wrapped around his length, giving the poor neglected thing a confident, full stroke.
Met with a positive reaction, Ayato nudged Thoma's clothes down his legs, spit into his own hand, and repeated the movement with lubricant. He moved steadily, working over the sensitive dick base to tip. Thoma relaxed into the pleasure, submitting himself to the man lying next to him.
"Ahh~ Yes, like that. Please," Thoma whined when Ayato teased the head between movements, his thumb finding the leaking precum at the small slit. At his prompting, the blue haired man massaged the sensitive head, dedicating one hand to that task while bringing the other up to continue pumping him.
Ayato smiled, amused. "I wonder if you act like this even without an aphrodisiac? I'll just have to find out next time, hm?"
Thoma nodded, tears starting to collect in his eyes from his body's foreign sensitivity.
"Ah- Slow down," He gasped when the attention to his cockhead started to feel like too much.
The hands were immediately pulled away and concerned lavender eyes darted up to his face.
"N-no, don't stop, don't stop!" Thoma rocked his hips upward desperately, frustrated.
Ayato's long fingers wrapped around his cock again, the man pleasuring him with cautious strokes.
"My, you wouldn't normally take that commanding tone with me... What's gotten into you, Thoma?" Ayato chuckled, of course already knowing the answer.
"I'm sorry-"
He was interrupted when Ayato leaned in and kissed him again. It was confident but a bit clumsy, and it struck Thoma that the young master probably hadn't had much practice. He was constantly overworked to the point that he barely had free time, and to his knowledge, Ayato had never taken a lover before. His heart swelled with affection at the realization that he could be the first person that the other man had touched this way. Feeling the paralyzing effects of the venom fading, he was able to slowly rest an arm around Ayato's back and hold him close.
Their kiss quickly turned passionate and hungry, and Thoma moaned into it desperately as his body trembled with the pleasure of being pampered while burning with arousal. Listening for when the moans began to pitch up, Ayato pulled back and grinned.
"Are you going to cum now, my dear?"
Quick, chaste kisses were pressed into his forehead and cheeks as the attentions to his dick started to speed up. Ayato's other hand crept to the inside of his thigh, teasing.
"Yes, I'm gonna cum, you make me feel so good Ayato," Thoma whimpered. He squeezed the other man close to him and enjoyed the warmth of his recovered body. Thoma was so close, the arousal from the aphrodisiac venom finally climbing toward relief. A tear fell down his cheek from the intensity of the sensations, then his body tensed, his orgasm crashing into him and-
Ayato squeezed hard around the head of his cock, preventing the ejaculation. He sobbed out a moan, in disbelief that the young master would be so cruel as to ruin his orgasm that way. Only, his body was still jerking, pleasure still rushing through him for a few seconds before he was done. He had orgasmed anyway, just without releasing anything.
"Oh, that was beautiful," Ayato praised. "Can you do that again for me?"
Could he? Thoma had no idea he could even do whatever that was in the first place. He was left shocked, panting, and still very much aroused and hard in Ayato's hand.
Ayato gave him no chance to process what had happened or reply to his words before he was stroking him hard and fast, stimulating the head of his dick in a way that had Thoma cumming again, seconds after the last orgasm. Except, he didn't cum, because Ayato squeezed just as he was about to again, leaving him to convulse through another mini orgasm without ejaculating. The aphrodisiac made it feel so intense despite its short duration. The movements on his length resumed, coaxing him toward a third orgasm in less than thirty seconds.
He cried, overwhelmed and confused by the forbidden pleasure Ayato was inflicting on his body. It was just like the Commissioner to surprise him like this. Ayato was always three steps ahead of him in everything, and in perfect control of every situation. Although Thoma didn't understand what was happening, he accepted that if anyone could play his body like an instrument, of course it would be this man.
Ayato twisted his slick hand around the tip a few more times as he pumped, and Thoma came again, and this time the other man milked him through it as he finally ejaculated alongside this third orgasm. He spilled over his bare stomach, his dick twitching with pleasure at the way Ayato touched him.
"Ah-nnh! Ohh~" He sobbed out more broken cries and moans as he was guided through the rush of pleasure, then Ayato leaned in and showered him in kisses.
"I'm sorry, I got carried away," He apologized as he kissed away the tears. "I didn't expect it to work for you so easily."
"What was that?" Thoma asked weakly, tired now that the lust had been sated, leaving only a lingering calm. "Some kind of vampire magic?"
"Not at all," Ayato let out a genuine laugh. "It's just something our bodies are capable of, though the venom may have helped you."
"How do you know about it?"
"Well. A naughty book I've been hiding from you, and a lot of practice. Now, enough of that, let me get you cleaned up," Ayato climbed out of bed, smiling conspiratorially.
Thoma blushed. Now that the high of the venom was fading, humiliation over the way he'd conducted himself this afternoon sunk in like fangs into flesh. Still, that wasn't going to stop him from being a gentleman.
"Wait, wait! Don't you want me to take care of you, too?" His eyes flicked to the loose pants Ayato wore.
"That's alright, not today. You've already done enough for me. Next time, we'll meet up under less dire circumstances, and I'll buy you dinner so we can both eat first."
"Okay. Thank you," Thoma smiled at the thought of the two of them going out on a date. He wondered what the whispers in town would be like then, if the gossipers would still call him a "poor guy", because he certainly didn't feel unlucky.
"Oh, and don't worry about all the blood on the floor and blankets. I'll take care of that mess, too," Ayato added with a frown of concern while he cleaned Thoma's bite punctures and then stomach. "You just stay here and rest."
And so, though they had a lot to talk about later, for now Thoma snuggled into his bed and relaxed while Ayato tended to the housekeeping duties.