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Perched in the shadow of a random villager’s chimney – his eyes were focused on the church two paths down. With his abilities he was able to clearly see all the way into the church through the window. Inside stood the village’s old scraggly blond priest but, he was talking to a fiery, redheaded male. He slowly slid his tongue over his sharp fangs, smirk growing wide as they shone bright in the shadows. It was a newly inducted priest no doubt, come from somewhere far to this little village to help out the old fart priest that needed to retire. Which was great for him. A new, pure soul to induct into Hell.

“I bet he tastes better than any fuck in this village.” He began to darkly cackle to himself. “I found myself a new prey.” It was time to plan the corruption of the village’s new hot piece of priest.

Bakugou stood tall, leaning against the side of the church, the street lights lining the village street had been lit quite a while ago. His hair was a light shade of blonde, wild like his personality. His eyes were red like blood that had bags accompanying beneath his eyes like a permanent black line from the endless days forced upon him. He was dressed in a black vest, red button up, and simple black pants. He looked like a demon of the night.

Behind him he could hear the light hustle and bustle of cleanup inside of the church, and when the final scrap of pews being moved stopped. He had been watching the redhead for a week to figure out his schedule and where he spent his time at all hours of the day. He had to or taking his innocence wouldn’t be as fun. This was a hunt.

The redhead spent most of his time at the church, and the village’s homeless shelter where he helped prepare meals for the inhabitants, but he also lived to the edge of the village, so it was a long walk from the church to his home. A perfect time to assault the man. Finally, the sounds of cleaning passed and he could hear the man locking up every window and blowing out all candles, making sure that all the lights were out. He kicked off the wall and turned to face the large church doors just as the man exited the building.

“Ah!” The redhead jumped slightly, clutching at his chest, dressed in the black priest’s dress. “You scared me!” He laughed slightly as he stepped out of the church. It always felt good to scare his prey a little. “Are you seeking sanctuary?”

“No,” His voice swirled like black smoke, eager to corrupt the man’s innocence. To have a taste. This close to his obsession he could smell it.

“Ah… well then, that means I can lock up.” The redhead nervously laughed as he then turned his back to Bakugou and locked the doors of the church with a cast iron key. This was the perfect time to jump him, absolutely perfect – his back was vulnerable and he could easily get at the soft spots in his neck. No. It was no fun just taking what he wanted. He needed to toy. “What did you need then?”

“I’d like to speak with you,” Bakugou’s grin began to pull at his lips and he had to fight it lest his dark obsession show on his face. The redhead was surprised, but what was surprising to Bakugou was how warm he smiled at him, looking relieved almost. Like he had expected to be robbed.

“Of course! I’m always happy to help and listen to someone in need.” His red hair was cute, framing his face, and his toothy smile rivaled that of his own – though they weren’t capable of splitting skin like Bakugou’s could. He pocketed the key and clasped his hands together. “I may be new to the village and a new priest on top of that but please, I’m more than capable! My name is Kirishima Eijirou.” Finally, he had a name to his snack.

“Bakugou Katsuki.” He stepped closer, taking one of Kirishima’s hands away as he bowed formally, bringing his hand to his lips to kiss. “Pleasure to meet you,” He looked up at him. The blood was thrumming beneath his skin and the smell was overpowering. It smelled so pleasant. He just wanted to bite right into the veins on his hand. But, he didn’t. He restrained his bloodlust and stood back up, dropping the frazzled priest’s hand.

“Please don’t do that again.” There was that innocent virtue showing, so embarrassed by a simple act of kissing the hand. “So what is it you need Bakugou?”

“Well, I have a problem… and I think you’re perfect to solve it.”

“And what problem is that?”

With inhuman speed he slammed the redhead against the brick of the church, in the shadows of the light, and his hand rested at the back of his head so he didn’t bang it against the wall from his quick and rather rough move.

“You could agree to spend eternal life with me.” He let his fangs gleam in the light, watching the redhead’s pretty red eyes widen in shock. “Let me have my way with you, and let me drink your blood.”

“My blood!?”

“I’ll make you feel good.” Bakugou’s knee pushed between his legs. The robe of the priest was loose to easily allowed it, so Bakugou couldn’t help but immediately go to tease him. It seemed the wheels finally clicked together for Kirishima because he pushed at his chest (a rather stupid reflex to use against a supernatural creature) as he exclaimed,

“Vampire!”

“That’s what I am, don’t wear it out.” Bakugou smirked at Kirishima and then opened his mouth, swooping down to his neck. “Now be still.” But, Kirishima was smart – or at least adverse in the supernatural – because he had managed to grab his choice of weapon and was suddenly shoving the silver cross into Bakugou’s chest. He hissed, backing up immediately to grip at his chest, burn marks already singing through the fabric and to his chest. Silver, and crosses, were harmful to a vampire. Kirishima ran down the street as fast as he could, yelling behind him,

“Stay away from me vampire!” Bakugou simply smirked, letting out a breath.

“Hah. Not bad.” Kirishima would prove to be a worthy challenge for him. He licked his lips, letting his prey get away for now, knowing he’d soon have his time. “I’ll break him in slowly.”

Their second interaction happened much the same way, with Bakugou lurking outside the church as Kirishima left. “You’re quite bold to shove a cross into the chest of a vampire… almost left a mark on my skin.” Bakugou was wearing an open shirt this time to show off his deathly pale skin, scratching idly at where Kirishima had shoved the cross.

“You deserved it heathen.” Kirishima glared at Bakugou as he locked the door, obviously weary and now conscious of putting his entire back to him. “You better stay away from me or I’ll banish you back to Hell.”

“I’d like to see you try.” Bakugou smirked. “Though it’s not a threat to me. I deserve a vacation in Hell. I’ll take you with me some time.” The grin he held was wicked and the look Kirishima was showing him was so delicious he could taste it from where he stood. He licked his lips, fangs throbbing with want. He wanted to sink into his unmarred skin so badly.

As his want surged, Bakugou took a few fast steps toward the redhead – who immediately flung that pesky cross into his face. He bared his fangs and stepped back as the silver nearly scorched his poor nose. “Stop doing that!” He hissed.

“I won’t stop till you do!” Again, his meal was running off yet again like his life depended on it. It agitated him, but that was all in the fun. Kirishima was a fighter, and Bakugou had met a damn good match. After all, he wouldn’t let Kirishima out of his grasp each time if it wasn’t for the fun of it.

He came yet again to annoy the pretty priest, this time during his walk home. He had jumped from a home’s roof about three paths down to the street Kirishima was walking on, right by a dim street lamp. He smirked at the astonished face of the priest. “Surprised to see me love?”

“I – where did –” The priest’s pretty eyes were quickly looking around them in his shock as if he was trying to figure out where Bakugou had come from.

“If you’re surprised by that little bit, I’m going to surprise you for the eternity we’ll spend together.”

“We’re not going to spend eternity together!”

“Au contraire,” His voice flowed smoothly with the french he spoke, and he could see the little shiver of the priest at his voice. “I’ve already planned where we’ll go and what we’ll see. I can demonstrate all my abilities to you. Including what a beast I am in bed.” Bakugou mockingly growled, snapping his jaws at Kirishima. He watched the priest lock up, face completely red as he fought for a retort he didn’t have.

“Leave me alone!” This time his perky little redhead had holy water, a ranged weapon that had him suddenly reeling back in a flash from their end of the street back to the top of the house he had jumped from. Again, that redhead had an astonished look around to see if he had truly jumped back from the street before he fled back home. Bakugou smirk slowly spread across his lips. Toying with the priest was fun.

He was giving him a false sense of security. After all, the corruption of his pure soul had already hooked its claws into him.

Kirishima sat on a stool at the end of the restaurant’s bar sitting across from his dear friend Sero who was a barkeep, and who was a dear friend that had helped him ever since he had arrived to the tiny village. “What’s on your mind? You look like you’re thinking about the world’s biggest problem again.” And he always could read Kirishima’s facial expressions. Sero wasn’t too far off the mark too, as Bakugou was on Kirishima’s mind.

“Well… I actually had a question Sero.” Kirishima swirled the water Sero had slid his way, knowing the priest didn’t drink alcohol due to his vows to God. “Have you had any issues in this village with… with vampires?” His eyes slowly glanced up and Sero paused in wiping down the bar, glancing down at the other barkeep, Denki, helping him out. He made sure he had it under control before he gave his attention back to Kirishima. He leaned against the bar to get closer to Kirishima, voice low, and the priest straightened up as the atmosphere between them changed.

“Look Kirishima, I didn’t tell you about this because I hoped he wouldn’t go near you since you’re holy and everything.” Sero looked at him with serious eyes, but Kirishima could sense the resentment from him clear as day. “In short, yes we have a vampire problem. One annoying asshole who is a bastard.” Sero cursed with a sneer. “Apologies for cursing around you.” He bowed his head for just a moment, realizing that he was talking with a priest.

“You’re forgiven.”

“But this… he’s… ugh. His mouth is vile, and his temper is so explosive. He’s crushed houses before while fighting with hunters who disturbed him he claimed.” Sero frowned, crossing his arms as he stood straight, but still had his voice lowered to speak with him.

“Has he killed any villagers before?”

“He hasn’t killed anybody, but he’s gotten damn near close to it. I’m not lying about his temper. People have been on their death beds but luckily pulled through.” Kirishima was surprised at how seriously Sero was speaking. Bakugou hadn’t acted or eluded to being at all like Sero was describing. Were there two vampires? “Kirishima stay away from him. He doesn’t discriminate on who he hurts or who he shouts his foul words at. He’ll demean you and then eat you alive.”

As much as the priest probably found him annoying, Bakugou wasn’t giving up. He knew he was wiggling his way into Kirishima’s thoughts and heart. Like a virus he was slowly spreading with low symptoms before he’d take down the host in one fell swoop. He licked his lips, stomach acting like it was eating itself from the inside out. He was so hungry, but Bakugou was a man of conquest. He wasn’t going to dine on anything but the sweet, innocent blood of the priest.

He poked his thumbs at his aching fangs. He currently sat in the shaded rafters of the general store’s attic as he eyed the church so close. If only he could set foot inside the church, he could hound the priest even more. But for now he had to spend the day watching Kirishima through the church’s stained glass windows watching him play nice with other villagers instead of him. His mouth felt dry with his hunger, but he ignored his own mini turmoil. He wasn’t going to start starving for a long time, and he wasn’t aiming to drain Kirishima dry either when he finally got to take a bite. He’d take as much time as he needed to make Kirishima his.

He was going to bond with the priest.

“Take that!” Bakugou didn’t even blink, just blankly stared unimpressed at Kirishima who had his arm outstretched to him. The cloves of garlic he had thrown simply hit his chest and hit the ground with a dull, disappointing thud.

“Really?” Kirishima looked flustered, and Bakugou perked a bit as he practically heard the blood rush to his cheeks in a blush. “That was your weakest attempt yet. What the fuck do you think throwing a piece of fucking onion would do to me?” Bakugou swooped his arm down to pick up the garlic cloves, rolling them in the palm of his hand.

“The books… they said garlic was effective against vampires.” Kirishima looked so deflated and embarrassed – Bakugou was eating the expression up.

“I don’t know what dumbass book you been reading, but that’s the dumbest thing I’ve heard in all of my life.” He snorted as he then tossed the garlic over his shoulder. “I’d rather you try and throw a punch at me. Now that would be entertaining.” Kirishima didn’t seem to have an answer for him as his mouth flopped for a moment like the most attractive fish he’s ever seen. Bakugou wanted nothing more than to hold him in his arms and kiss him hard. A kiss would put those flopping lips to good use. “I’ve never heard of a vampire in all of my centuries being maimed, let alone killed… by garlic.” His tone must’ve rubbed a sore spot because the priest showed him a different fluster he hadn’t seen before. He was showing him anger. So uncharacteristic of a priest. But an emotion that had a vampire like Bakugou craving more.

“Hey. I’ve just been trying methods instead of sitting around all day worrying, so don’t talk to me like that!” So defiant his little priest. Bakugou found it cute too how the human had obviously taken his words that he had been calling the priest stupid. “You’d try whatever methods you could when you’d have someone imposing themselves on you!”

“If it was you I’d sit with my legs open and invite me right into your lap.”

“Please stop talking!” The comment must’ve been too much because the red face matched the red hair and Bakugou stood smugly as the priest made a hasty retreat back home.

Over the course of the next two months Bakugou continued his determined agenda of popping up at unprompted times around Kirishima, flirting and harassing the priest. Each time he was thwarted as he managed to step closer to the redhead each time. Kirishima always had that damn cross on him even if he didn’t always have holy water, or other pieces of pure silver. Slowly, the vampire was starting to get annoyed with the priest’s crutch. It had to go.

Kirishima had opened up to him considerably in that time frame and Bakugou could smell the desire, the want, the conflict. Along with the pure soul starting to corrupt, Bakugou also found that the old fart priest was starting to catch wind that Bakugou was harassing his new priest, and he didn’t want the damn old man to come after him with hunters so he had to enact soon. Not that he couldn’t take on the old man or the hunters! But it was such a hassle when he could be catching up on centuries with his new obsession.

He had to act now.

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“Come on, you know you want to give in to me.”

“I’m a man of God and you’re a product of the devil.” Bakugou walked behind the priest, who hadn’t turned to look at him once, the vampire following him home like a puppy.

“Live a little.” Bakugou smirked as finally Kirishima tossed him a glare over his shoulder.

“Please, just leave me alone Bakugou.” The vampire had accomplished a huge feat of getting the priest to start saying his name instead of heathen, vampire, etc. It gave a certain measure of how deep his claws of corruption had dug in.

“I’m just here because you were wordlessly thinking how much you wanted me to walk you home without an ounce of worry of me jumping you.” The priest stomped his feet a little faster as he could see his house in sight, a quaint little home at the top of the hill, practically at the end of the road of town. “I can hear your deliciously wicked thoughts Kirishima, begging to hold onto me.” Bakugou was swift, suddenly behind the priest as he walked, mouth hovering near his ear. “Your pure soul wants to be corrupted by me.” Bakugou stepped back, out of the way of Kirishima’s swing. He caught him by the wrist, smirking as his eyes glowed with hunger. “See?” He could smell that rushing of blood so close to his face, and he wanted nothing more to follow through with his urges and sink his teeth into his wrist, but almost… he almost had Kirishima.

“Bakugou please! I’m a man of God, and not some harlot who will spread his legs!” Oh but how wrong he was. Bakugou could see the pleading in Kirishima’s eyes. The months of working him open, harassing him, flirting with him, obscenely speaking with him had worked. The seed of corruption was wedged deep into him, and Bakugou finally knew he was ready for the taking. “Now, let me go!” Kirishima grabbed at the silver cross on his chest and shoved it at the vampire, making Bakugou release his wrist and step back out of range from the holy weapon. Bakugou lingered though, not at all retreating, simply out of range. Kirishima’s attempts of completely blowing him away were whittling and he knew he had won – he knew he had won a long time ago. The toothy grin raised on his lips, fangs gleaming in the moonlight.

“You finally tossed a punch at me.” He grinned in victory. The priest had actually resorted to a violent physical action and he loved it. Kirishima could fight, he could tell he was muscled, and he knew he worked out all he could to maintain a good body – and had probably done some intensive training before he became a priest.

Kirishima’s revelation that he had actually condoned in an act of violence himself flashed across his face. “I only did it because you’re a vampire and you obviously won’t leave me alone with the traditional holy items!” Kirishima quickly turned and began the swift walk to the door of his house. Bakugou was walking right behind him though, and before Kirishima could slam the door in his face, he leaned into the doorway, hands on either side.

“Don’t I get a kiss goodbye?” He winked at Kirishima, who was red faced and embarrassed at the suggestion.

“No!” Kirishima gasped, leaning back and slamming the door in Bakugou’s face. He sent a quick prayer to the heavens, which Bakugou could hear easily through the door, about slamming a door in someone’s face. His sweet priest asking for forgiveness. Bakugou grinned.

“Till next time my sweet.” He knew Kirishima could hear him, because he was still there at the door, and he could hear Kirishima’s sweet huff as the priest hurried away from the door. Bakugou stood back from the door and assessed the house for a moment, taking in its entirety. He had been around Kirishima’s house before, but now close to touch it, looking over the wooden structure, which he deemed would be too cold for them in the winter, his eyes landed on the chimney. Bakugou licked his lips eagerly. His plan would be enacted tonight, as soon as the priest was asleep.

Bakugou retreated to rest up in one of the huge pine trees around the priest’s house, resting up high on a branch and watching Kirishima get ready for bed. He went about cleansing his body of the day, reading his bible, saying a few prayers, and finally getting to bed. When he got into bed, Bakugou shut his eyes, training his senses solely on Kirishima so he could focus on his breathing, his heart rate. He focused keenly on all of him. He was lulled sweetly by the soft breathing of Kirishima as he slept, and he waited longer than he should have to ensure that Kirishima was deep asleep and wouldn’t be disturbed. Plus, it was nice to listen to, but he knew he’d enjoy it so much more if he was right beside Kirishima, getting to hold him while he slept.

He was as light as a feather as he landed on top of Kirishima’s house in one jump. He licked his lips as he walked to the chimney, removing the metal grate that covered it to ensure birds didn’t fly in or make a nest, easily with the strength of his hands. The chimney was just big enough for him to slide down, and he wasn’t leaving the same way so it would work for him. He got his white shirt dirty with soot, and soot littered his hair, but he didn’t mind at all. This was for the greater good of his eternal life. Once down and out of the chimney, he stood in the living room, which contained books on a bookcase and two chairs. He could see the small dining room with a table for four, and the kitchen, but his concern was the room off to his right where a single bed lay with the most handsome man sleeping beneath the covers.

Bakugou stood by the bed, looking down at Kirishima, at how easy and defenseless he looked. His fangs ached, his carnal desire angry with him that he wasn’t taking what he wanted, but that was always the case. He was always fighting it, never wanting to be a monster. Instead, he focused on where the bloody cross was, and thanked those blasted heavens that Kirishima didn’t wear his cross to sleep. It laid on top of the bible by his bed. Bakugou smirked as he finally pulled out the item he had brought along from the inside sleeve of his shirt so that he could use it to complete his tiny mission. To remove Kirishima’s cross.

Kirishima awoke to the sound of a knock at his door. He rose in a haze, wiping the eyes from his sleep as he walked to the door in his sleep pants, no shirt as it was too stuffy for him. The two following knocks on the door made him hurry his feet. “Coming, coming!” He called out. Who was knocking on his door? Was it someone from the village? That was the only logical answer coming to his mind. Especially since it was still so early, how early was it exactly? The sun hadn’t even begun to peek to make its ascent into the sky. What he wasn’t expecting was he opened the door to find the handsome blonde-haired devil in front of him grinning his pearly whites. It was the vampire, Bakugou Katsuki. “Bakugou!” He gasped, suddenly reeling back as the vampire stepped into his home swiftly, forcing Kirishima back inside.

“Good morning love, nice to see you don’t wear a shirt to bed.” The vampire was licking his lips and Kirishima couldn’t admit that the action sent an excited chill up his spine and made his heart thunder in his chest. He held his hands up in a mild attempt to block the vampire’s view of his bare chest. Kirishima had been fighting his advances for so long, but for the vampire to finally push it so far to invade his house and his personal space when he hadn’t tried to before? “Going to try and banish me?” The vampire’s grin was sadistic, and Kirishima immediately turned to hurry to his bed, gasping when the cross wasn’t seen on his bible. Frantically he searched the bed stand and beneath his bed as Bakugou slowly entered the area and stood mere feet from him.

“I’ve taken care of your pesky crutch.” Kirishima turned to Bakugou, having to bat his long red bangs out of his face.

“What do you mean?” Kirishima felt the fear and excitement battling in his gut, swirling wildly at the fear of his cross being taken, and the thrill of Bakugou having caught him with no weapon. Bakugou held up a crooked stick from behind his back, a grin widening as Kirishima’s face dropped.

“Ya see… I can be close to silver and crosses, about a stick’s length apart.” Bakugou tossed the stick over his shoulder, Kirishima following the motion and noticed that Bakugou had shut his door and ensured his curtains were closed. “I love playing with danger, so I had to make sure that I learned the limits of my weaknesses. Helps you survive with so many hunters and priests after you.”

“Bakugou, don’t you dare, you stay awa—hiii!” Bakugou was a blur to Kirishima as he crossed the distance in less than a second and he was pushed onto his bed. All he could process was one minute he was standing and the next he was flat on his back with Bakugou above him. Kirishima stared up at Bakugou, finding himself out of breath from the sudden movement, Bakugou holding his hands above his head, his knees forced apart with Bakugou between them.

“You don’t want me to stay away,” Bakugou’s deep voice soothed Kirishima’s ear and he shuddered as the vampire leaned down close to his neck. Would he finally take what he wanted? “You want me Kirishima. I know it. Your corruption calls to me, and I want to nurture that corruption… I want to taste it every day for the rest of my eternal days.” Bakugou’s tongue was rough as he licked slowly up his neck, and Kirishima’s breath hitched as he swore he felt Bakugou’s deadly fangs drag against the goosebumps on his skin. “I can feel it.” One of Bakugou’s knees pushed up until it hit Kirishima’s erection standing tall in his sleep pants, prompting the priest to buck his hips up into the wonderful friction.

Shame and excitement filled Kirishima’s face as he looked away, looking off to the side with wide eyes as he tried to catch his suddenly impaired breathing. Kirishima couldn’t hide it much longer. He felt fear to the power Bakugou held being a vampire, he felt shame because he was a priest. He shouldn’t be attracted to a man like Bakugou who embodied and lived every sin in the bible. He felt excitement for having been caught, for Bakugou touching where he craved and where he had dreamed he’d touch him during the past months of Bakugou’s insane torturing. “I… I’m a man of God, Bakugou. I’ve cast aside all personal desire and only live to serve Him.” Kirishima’s voice was weak though, his resolve to continue to push Bakugou away had whittled so much through their interactions.

“This is your desire. Let me have it.” Bakugou ground his hips this time up into him, and Kirishima couldn’t restrain the breathy moan that left him. “Kirishima,” He growled so close to his ear, giving it the gentlest kiss, desire and want lacing his voice and dripping into his ear. “I want to bond with you. I want to do the ultimate sin for my kind, in finding a partner with a priest. I don’t want anyone else but you. I haven’t drunk blood in months, and yours is calling so sweetly for me to taste. It’s ripe like a peach, or an apple – and as red as the color of your hair and the fire of your actions.” Kirishima faltered at the words being whispered into his ear, and finally he turned his head to look at him. His resolve was nearly dissolved.

Kirishima was attracted to Bakugou. His wild hair, the look in his eyes that portrayed how he was imagining how to eat Kirishima alive every time he saw him, the way he bugged him yet never truly pushed him far, the way he didn’t just bite him when he had all the power to take what he wanted. Hearing that Bakugou didn’t just want to dine from him, but wanted to bond with him? Did Bakugou know what he was saying? It sounded like a lifetime commitment. “Bakugou… I… I’ve lived my life under God Bakugou… to walk away, into corruption… to give into my wants and needs…” Bakugou looked down at him, and Kirishima felt like he was piercing into his soul. “That’s…”

“I’m worth it.” Bakugou stated and then sat up, letting go of Kirishima’s arms so he could sit up as well, but Bakugou didn’t move from between his legs so Kirishima was still trapped from removing himself completely. “Kirishima, I’ve never killed anybody. Any human I’ve drunk from I’ve left alive, and always taken in the dead of night. I’ve killed an animal, maybe, when I was young and on the verge of starving, but I only drink enough to be satisfied so I never starve again. I’ve wandered this earth for hundreds, maybe even thousands of years. I’ve never held or thought about the concept of time since my existence, but meeting you… I’ve counted each day since I first saw you. I’m drawn to you like a moth to a flame, and I’ve never felt such fiery attraction before. You’re like the blinding sun my skin cannot dare be under.” Bakugou took his left hand, suddenly kissing Kirishima’s left finger. Kirishima’s heart felt like it would jump from his chest.

“Toward me, a demon of the night, a slave to primal desire and Hell fire, you’ve tamed me. I haven’t harassed any other villagers since you’ve came, I’ve been careful not to disturb so the Hunters are called. I just want you.” Kirishima felt like he was dying, the words Bakugou was saying would’ve sound absurd to any of the other villagers, but to Kirishima he could see the earnest meaning of it all in his red eyes. “I want you to be my partner. I can grant you all you desire and I’ll show you things you’ve only dreamed of. I’m not asking you to be turned to a vampire… simply turned to be my partner.” Kirishima felt all his blood rushing both to his face and his dick and felt dizzy, yet Bakugou’s cool hand holding his kept him grounded.

“Bakugou I… that’s… do you really mean all of that?”

“Yes.”

“How do I know I’m not just a snack to you?”

“I’ve never taken a partner Kirishima. I’ve never even considered the idea of it. I always thought I would wither to time eventually… and now I want to stop it all just to be with you.” Bakugou’s eyes burned Kirishima’s walls down and Kirishima felt the surge of desire rise up in him that he’d been battling ever since Bakugou cornered him to the church wall that first night. He had always felt Bakugou’s eyes on him since then, even though he had not always seen him. Bakugou had always been watching him. It was true he had stayed away from the other villagers. Other than the conversation he had with Sero, everyone thought that maybe the vampire had finally decided to move on to another village or city to terrify. They thought their beacon of a new priest had sent their worst nightmare away.

“Bakugou… do you love me?” Kirishima asked, unable to help it. He had entertained thoughts of a lover, of a partner, many times in the depths of the night, unwilling to admit he desperately wanted a partner to love and to love him. Bakugou was not what he had originally imagined his partner to be, but he was in his own way sweet, and he had never harmed Kirishima or showed him intent to harm. Even in his rough movements, he was always being sure Kirishima felt no pain and was unharmed. Bakugou had swarmed his way into his thoughts and he had been the one he dreamed of holding him and giving all of himself too.

“I do.” Bakugou’s words were firm and certain. “Kirishima Eijirou, let me swirl in your pure light and let me love you eternally.”

“Yes,” Kirishima breathed, blinking in surprise as he couldn’t help the blush again. He felt flustered and went to talk more, but Bakugou kissed him again, pushing him gently back down onto the bed again.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment.” Bakugou looked at him like he was the world, and Kirishima was melting. “Let me savor it.” Bakugou requested, and Kirishima finally cut the last thread of his resistance as he let Bakugou savor it, savor him. Bakugou pushed his hips down against Kirishima, an erection to rival his own grinding down against him, as Bakugou kissed his neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his priest. “Let me bite you. Let me bond us.” He growled, and Kirishima found his hand scrambling for purchase on his shirt.

“Please.” Bakugou opened his mouth and sunk his teeth painlessly into Kirishima, who moaned and writhed beneath him in sudden euphoric ecstasy as Bakugou suddenly and relentlessly began to frot against him. The slow feeling of Bakugou sucking his blood, Kirishima couldn’t even begin to describe the mixed feeling of pain and pleasure. He felt something heighten inside of him as Bakugou held him tightly, arms curling beneath him so he could hold him tight. Bakugou’s hands sent shivers through him as they slid down his back and gripped his ass, forcing him to meet his rough thrusts. Kirishima moaned loudly, feeling Bakugou grin against his neck. Just the thrusting against each other, providing friction for release, was getting Kirishima embarrassingly close to orgasm.

Finally, the vampire pulled back, pausing in his thrusts, but his hands dug into the plump swell of his ass, claws already beginning to rip the fabric beneath. Kirishima watched those red eyes glow, watched his tongue lick his lips free of his blood. “Kirishima, let me ravage you.”

“Yes.”