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The scent of blood was a strong one. That smell burnt into its mind, warm and rich. Its eyes blinked open slowly, thirst stirred like a bear rising from a long winter hybernation. Razor-sharp fangs elongated, just barely pushing at its bottom lip.
The room it was in was dark, darker than what a human could see through. It stared into the void in front of it, waiting patiently for its eyes to adjust. Though the blood was tempting to chase, it would do no good to move before it could see what it was chasing.
There was a noise behind it, like the shuffling of clothes. It whirled around.
Well, it tried.
Nothing happened.
It attempted to turn once more, only to fail again. It was only then that it realized both arms and legs were bound in a wirey chain that dug into skin, threatening to split flesh and spill dead blood. It would've complained if it could. It lost the ability to do that long ago.
Another noise, one that it recognized as a laugh.
“You really are just a primal thing in the end, aren't you?”
It knew that voice.
Footsteps. It twisted its head to the best of its ability, eyeing the man it came to recognize after years of playing cat-and-mouse. Gabriel .
Its mouth twisted with unconcealed hostility, baring its fangs in the best semblance of a snarl that it could manage. No sound left its throat. He only laughed once more, reaching for something that it could not see. His eyes gleamed with delight at finally having captured it, at having it in his mercy.
For some reason, it didn't find itself disgusted.
“Just another mindless machine,” Gabriel was saying, “living only for your next kill, your next platter of blood.
He really did talk too much. It squirmed, attempting to twist the wires restraining it only to stop at the resulting sting of agony. Gabriel was approaching it now, his pupils wide enough to swallow the brilliant gold of his eyes. It had the feeling that wasn't because of the darkness in the room.
It knew what was going to happen the second Gabriel raised that knife of his. Their chase was a complicated one, their deal even more so. Gabriel had once been a mighty, fierce man, striking terror among the vampires that lurked in the darkness like rodents; just as it had once been a fearsome vampire, designed by humanity but feared by it even more in the end.
They had been each other’s downfall. And now they were all that was left.
It watched hungrily as the knife tore into the palm Gabriel’s hand. Blood spilled thickly, blackened with the tainted light that coursed through his veins. It was delicious.
That hand raised to its lips, and it latched on immediately. Sensitive ears picked up the faintest of groans as Gabriel clumsily reached for his belt. It did not care. Their deal was mutually beneficial so long as they both stuck it and, so far, it had no reason to think he would stray from it.
As such, it did not protest when Gabriel grabbed ahold of its waist and pulled their bodies flush to one another. He had always been fond of putting his hands on its waist and hips, seemingly obsessed with the feel of it. It did not mind; in fact, it would go as far as to say that it was enjoyable. If it could even feel such emotion.
“I hate how beautiful you are,” Gabriel hissed under his breath, still clumsily undressing them both despite his use of one hand, “its not fair. A creature straight from the depths of Hell has no right being so captivating.”
It wouldn't correct him on its origins, even if it could. He would insist that it was from Hell, even as he knew that humanity was its creator. The study of blood and its medical properties gone too far. The diseases that infected the blood, changing the body forever. The greedy, insatiable thirst for knowledge that all humans contained to some degree. Vampires were no mistake, and neither was it.
It merely continued to lap at the blood spilling from his hand, drinking as if he were from a fountain in the Heavens. He might as well have been. He had ruined his humanity in the pursuit of vampires and become something more, something Holy. If only he had never met it, then he may have stuck with such a glorious title.
Warm pleasure blossomed between its legs. Gabriel must have found what he was looking for. It didn't care enough to look; this was a familiar enough activity that it could guess from memory alone. His hand wrapped around both of them — curse his hand being so large. Him providing them both with equal pleasure, as pleasing it seemed to please him more in turn.
The blood provided more for it than his hands could, though it would be foolish to deny the liquid-hot satisfaction that spread from its hips, over its torso and to its mind. It knew very well that both of them were as selfish and greedy as the other; it would have stopped Gabriel if it wasn't a benefit as well. Selfish and greedy, yet selfless and giving. The eternal paradox of their shared life.
Its hips bucked at a particularly pleasurable point, thrusting subconsciously into the warm hand around it. Gabriel chuckled at this, though his gaze never strayed from where its fangs were attached to his hand. His hand tightened just slightly enough for a strangled hiss to escape its lips, one of the very few noises it was capable of making nowadays. He was particularly pleased with this reaction.
“Beautiful,” Gabriel murmured again, his eyes half-lidded with his own pleasure. “So beautiful. I should find a camera — or hire a painter.”
It would have scoffed if it could. Instead, it sunk its fangs into skin, harsher than when it was simply drinking. He shouted something offensive and tore his hand away, shaking the pain off. It watched the blood splatter onto the ground with unconcealed discontentment, its own eyes narrowed.
“Behave, machine, ” he scolded, eyes flashing in the darkness. A threat.
It wanted to bite him again. Instead, it remained put, staring at him expectantly.
He understood that as the best apology he would receive. He removed his other hand from them both and knelt until his knees connected with the ground below them. It lowered its head to watch as he placed both hands, one bloody and the other streaked with his own sinful fluid, on its hips once more. The wetness, though mildly uncomfortable, helped to ground it for what was to come.
His mouth was almost scalding with its heat. It didn't hesitate to thrust harshly — their past encounters showed how little he truly minded. It got a strangled groan in response, but those hands tightened in an attempt to hold it still. Reluctantly, it obliged, even as it knew it could easily choke Gabriel on his own greedy desire if it wanted to.
It didn't take long to receive the award for its good behaviour.
For someone who preached Holiness, Gabriel was terribly good at what he was doing. The way his tongue moved, tracing dry veins and prodding over its head had it struggling to remain still. He moved one hand from its hip to wrap around its base, covering that which his mouth could not. It would have groaned if it could to encourage Gabriel. Instead, its head leaned back and its thighs twitched unsteadily.
It was a good thing the chains were capable of holding its weight. It would not have been able to do so itself.
It knew very well that the moment Gabriel left, it would return to how it was before. Driven solely by thirst with not a thought in its mind aside from how to next get blood in its system. It had been created to leech from humanity, and leech it did. Gabriel may have granted it temporary solace, given it the ability to think beyond the moment — to think about him , but that was only temporary.
Part of it wondered what would happen if Gabriel never left its side. Would it learn to be human again? Could it be human again?
Its thoughts were drowned out with time. There wasn't much else to think about with the pleasure that kept tugging it back to reality. The white-hot, burning pleasure that heated its body more than being full on blood could. The corners of its vision were beginning to blur out, and it wasn't just because of the darkness.
It couldn't keep still anymore.
The chains sung in the silence around them as it squirmed and bucked, a heavy pant huffing out of those otherwise silent lips. It could feel the way Gabriel’s own lips curved upwards, and the way he doubled down on his efforts. He was so infuriatingly perfect at everything he did. Even in the most sinful of activities, he remained the embodiment of perfection.
He could have been an angel, and it never would have known the difference.
Everything faded out in a searing blade of ecstasy, digging into every part of its body that it could reach. Its vision burnt white, drowning out every other sensation until the only thing it could think of was the heat. The fire that threatened to burn every inch of him. That burnt the world away in sour-smelling bliss.
If Heaven was anything less than this, it wanted nothing to do with it.
When it came to, Gabriel was behind it. His hands were maneuvering its body by the waist, lifting it and adjusting those chains so it was no longer hanging vertically. Though it could not see him, it could picture his face taught with focus, thick brown brows furrowed and lips pressed together. It wished that it could see him.
He must have noticed it had returned. His grip tightened slightly, as if warning it to stay still. It didn't need a warning; it was as eager for the next part of their deal as it could possibly get. The longer it stayed by his side, the wider its range of emotion got. That was the benefit it received, greater than any pleasure.
His finger, wet with something, slid into it with little resistance. It’s face scrunched up and it had to fight to remain still once more. This was most certainly the least exciting part of their deal, but what came after it was far worth it.
“Have you heard the story of this country?” Gabriel asked suddenly, his voice loud in the moment.
It didn't provide an answer, and Gabriel didn't wait for one. He was speaking solely to pass the time, to distract the both of them. It was foolish — he could have chosen a hundred different topics and neither of them would have changed that. It was incapable of needing, not feeling the desire for such social activity. He was doing it for himself.
His speech droned on, and it found itself listening despite its previous resistance. His voice was the benefit. Even when he swore violence and a future of dismay onto it, his voice was beautiful. It could listen to him forever if the universe would allow for that.
But it knew that their deal would have to come to an end eventually. Good things never lasted. He knew this as well, too. Neither of them spoke about it.
Soon enough, he was finished. His hand pulled back and rested firmly where its neck connected to its shoulders. Large fingers wrapped around it, a motion that they had learned early on grounded it when it was particularly anxious. It was routine by then to do so every time their activities went this far. The pressure worked to soothe its nerves, and it gave his hands something to do.
He was big.
A huff of air escaped it once more as he pushed in, considerately slow for its sake more than his. Those fingers on its neck twitched with pleasure, and he groaned once more as it deliberately squeezed around him, having learned long ago that served his primal instincts.
It rocked in the air with the motion of Gabriel’s thrusts, movement only restrained so much by the wires holding it up. Sometimes, it wondered if he found their silence a turn-off. Other times, it didn't particularly care. As long as Gabriel continued to benefit from their deal, their deal would remain in place. It didn't matter if it could speak or not.
Each thrust that landed pierced a part of it that it forgot existed among all the chaos of its life. He was so much larger than them, and not just in height and mass. It was designed to be smaller, more agile and faster than its prey. That was it's strength. And Gabriel had never been a small human, either.
The sheer size and strength difference never failed to heat it up, to get it more in the mood. All Gabriel had to do was hold his hands over its body, and that was all it could think about. One hand was large enough to split it in half.
His dick was an entirely different story.
It didn't take long to get thrown headfirst over the edge again. Gabriel followed it over without hesitation, filling it with warm liquid that served no purpose other than marking it as his over and over again… Because it was his. Just as he was its. Their deal kept them tied together, just as it spelled out their future with certainty. And until the day they inevitably killed one another, they belonged to one another.
Like a bee to its flowers, like a spider to its web, like the Earth to the moon. They relied on one another. Gabriel reminded it of the humanity buried deep within it, and it reminded Gabriel that he was allowed to want.
It didn't notice that it had been united until it returned from the edge, laying in Gabriel’s arms. The concrete beneath them was uncomfortable and ice-cold, but neither minded. Gabriel’s body was warm enough to combat the environment, rich with blood that, one day, it would drain fully from him. And it was small enough to hold like a child’s plush, tangled together with certainty and, if such a thing were possible for them, love.
Was love possible for them?