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The guy was hot.
To be fair, In Adam’s experience, most vampires were incredibly attractive, so this wasn’t necessarily surprising. But this vampire specifically seemed to check all of Adam’s boxes: tall and broad, sharp jawline, dark, twisting tattoos curling up his neck. Adam wouldn’t necessarily enjoy having to kill him (it’d be a shame to see such a pretty face be wiped from existence) but he would enjoy the lead up to it.
Seducing him was easy, the vampire’s eyes roaming eagerly over Adam’s body as he offered to buy him a drink. Adam let him, downing the shot with a wicked glint in his eyes, before pulling the man out the back door to the deserted alley. The air was crisp and cool; it felt nice after being in the crowded club. The vampire (Ronan, he had said his name was) pressed Adam up against the wall the minute the door swung close, their lips meeting hungrily, teeth clashing.
Maybe I can take him home first, Adam pondered as as a moan escaped his mouth. Ronan was a phenomenal kisser, and the press of his taught body against Adams was driving him insane, lust stirring deep in his gut.
No, he thought to himself as Ronan’s hand snuck under his shirt, his palm cold against Adam’s sweaty skim. Too risky; I need to do it now. Putting it off would only make the kill that much harder, even if he desperately wanted to hook up with Ronan.
Ronan started to unzip Adam’s jeans, and Adam took that as his cue. He reached for the long, silver chain in his back pocket and, in one swift movement, had it looped around Ronan’s neck. His pants, now unzipped and partly pulled down, hung around his thighs as he used the cord to strangle Ronan. He watched as the silver burned at his skin and felt a momentary flash of regret. Still, he pulled harder, Ronan grasping at the chain, before kicking the vampire down to the ground. His mouth was open in shock, his fangs now protruding completely, bright and sharp in the night. Ronan clawed at the chain while Adam reached for the knife he kelt holstered to his thigh. In the split second it took for him to grab it, the chain went a little loose, and Ronan managed to slide his head out from under it.
“What the fuck, man!” Ronan exclaimed, rubbing at his neck, which had an angry red ring around it. Adam, now holding his knife, took a fighting stance. This wasn’t ideal —vampires were stronger and without the aid of surprise, he was severely handicapped—but he’d gotten through worse scenarios. “That was uncalled for,” Ronan grumbled as he clumsily got onto his feet.
“It wasn’t uncalled for; you were going to suck my blood!” Adam retorted.
“No, idiot, I was going to suck your dick,” Ronan scoffed before looking up to the night sky.
Adam squinted at that, his dagger still poised for attack, but his confidence was waning. He had not expected Ronan to say that; in fact he’d expected Ronan to already be pouncing at him in offense because of the chain. “Okay, so hook up first, and then kill me? That was your plan?”
“Jesus Christ, no, Adam,” Ronan exhaled. “I was just trying to get laid tonight, that’s all.”
Adam furrowed his brow. “But you’re . . . a vampire.”
“Vampires get horny too, asshole,” Ronan said with a sly shrug.
“Oh. Okay, so uh . . . what now? I can’t just let you go,” Adam said, though he lowered the dagger slightly, his body relaxing.
“Why the fuck not? I didn’t do anything except try to get in your pants.”
“Yeah, but you’re a vampire and I’m a vampire hunter. I can’t just pretend I didn’t meet you. You’re a killer; I need to stop you.”
“I’m not a fucking killer man, seriously. Haven’t killed a single soul.”
Adam narrowed his eyes. “That can’t be true.”
“I don’t lie,” Ronan said, as if that was a believable explanation. Ronan scratched at his neck, which was already starting to heal, albeit slowly. “Look, believe me or don’t, but I’ve never killed anyone. I don’t . . . I drink from animals, okay? That’s it. I’m not a threat to society or whatever it is you think I am.”
Adam pondered that. He’d never heard of vampires that actively chose not to kill humans, but that didn’t mean they didn’t exist. Besides, what point did Ronan have in lying? If Ronan really wanted to, he could have killed Adam by now. So the fact that he was still 3 feet away acting pretty nonchalant about the whole thing said something. Maybe he really did just want to get laid? Adam could relate to that . . .
“And you’re not going to hurt me for trying to kill your kind?”
“No, man.” Ronan practically laughed, shaking his head. “I fucking despise most bloodsuckers. They killed my parents, Turned me and my brothers, and basically ruined our lives. Most of them deserve to die. Go all Buffy on them if you want; hell, I’ll even help you. Just leave me and my brothers alone.”
Adam swallowed hard. “I’m sorry about your parents. That’s why . . . That’s why I do this, too.”
“Vamps killed your parents?”
Adam shook his head. “No, my foster mom, though. Persephone. She . . . she was pure good.”
Ronan nodded in understanding. He stepped forward and Adam, seeing the tenderness in his eyes, sheathed his dagger. This man was no threat to him. “I’m sorry that happened to you. That’s horrible.”
“Yeah,” Adam agreed. “Sorry for trying to kill you.”
Ronan smiled wickedly. “It’s okay. Was kind of hot, if I’m being honest.”
Adam couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, yeah? You masochistic or something?”
“Or something,” Ronan murmured, stepping in even closer towards Adam, their noses just inches away from each other. “Do you want to try this again?”
“Killing you?”
“No, dumbass. This,” he said, gesturing between the two of them. “You’re really fucking sexy.”
Adam couldn’t help the flare of heat rushing to his cheeks. This literal sex god thought he was sexy? “Well uh . . . thank you,” he mumbled, swallowing hard, and Ronan laughed. “I’m not . . . opposed to trying this again.”
Ronan smirked. “Okay,” he said softly before closing the distance between them. Their lips met for the second time that night, though this time it was softer, explorative. Adam had not expected such gentleness from Ronan, not with his leather jacket and pierced brow, and it was nice. Sweet, even.
“Do you want to come back to my place?” Ronan asked, his mouth trailing down Adam’s jawline.
“Hmmm,” he hummed at the sensation. He could feel Ronan’s fangs lightly scraping his skin and it felt good. “You promise this isn’t just some long-con, elaborate ploy to lure me to my death?”
Ronan’s teeth grazed his neck slightly, sending a shiver through Adam, before he placed a soft kiss there. “Adam,” he whispered against his skin. “I told you, I don’t lie.” Ronan pressed his body up against Adam’s, their hips aligning and causing Adam to shiver in pleasure. “I want you to be the one to devour me."
Adam’s breath hitched, his body turning to molten lava at the words. “Okay,” he whispered. “Lead the way.”
Ronan pressed a kiss to his nose and, if Adam didn’t know better, he’d think the vampire was somehow blushing under the moonlight. Ronan grabbed Adam’s hand in his own and led the way onto the main street, where Ronan’s sleek BMW was parked.
As Adam got in the passenger seat, his body humming with anticipation, he tilted his head towards Ronan. “You do own a bed, right? I’m not going to be fucking you in a coffin?” he teased.
Ronan swatted at him playfully. “Oh fuck off,” he groaned as he started the engine. Adam laughed, feeling something almost like fondness bubbling in the pit of his stomach.