Bear Your Arteries! (Original writing)

(This is a short bit of writing practice I did based off of some Sims 4 gameplay. Lucifuge Rofocale, a demon who lives as a vampire, couldn’t get enough of Bjorn’s blood. So, naturally, I had to write a story about it. MATURE themes ahead! Open-minded older teens & adults only! Link to a related Youtube video based on this story below.)

Bjorn stretched widely upon entering the old yet lavish home. He often visited – usually a few times a week at least. His absence had been much longer this time, however, and Lucifuge had become irritable. The demon who lived as a vampire had no shortage of ‘blood supply’. There was his chosen occupation, which brought many to his home in search of obscure sexual tastes – at times allowing Lucifuge to feed on them. This was a rare occurrence at the best of times and Lucifuge often was left with nothing but monetary compensation for his services, which was the expected outcome anyway. When it came to his particular tastes in blood, though, Bjorn seemed to be the only human who could sate his bloodlust.

The man was of average height with blonde hair that was slicked back just above his shoulders, still short enough to be decent for a human male of his age. His years were beginning to show on his brow and in the soft crow’s feet that were forming on his face. He was of average build but was lazy in his lifestyle and way of dress, often adorned in a beige sweater that fastened in front by a few buttons, a white t-shirt beneath, and a pair of faded dad jeans to complete the image of a sloth of a man. He spoke in a Southern drawl that made Lucifuge cringe with distaste, but despite all of this, at least the man had a redeeming pair of baby blues. Overall, he wasn’t the worst looking man on the planet. He could probably become quite attractive with a few trivial changes here or there, but Bjorn was as he presented himself, which Lucifuge had no control over.

And there the vampire was, focusing on all of this as his hunger for blood grew. He instinctively ran his hand over his silver braid to the side of his shoulder to occupy his hand with something. He knew his eyes were glowing a dark crimson by the way Bjorn seemed to back away from him ever so slightly, which wasn’t the norm. More than likely, his face had also changed due to his dark mood, the lines in his skin much more prominent and the shadows consuming his eyelids. He watched Bjorn as if he were eyeing up his prey and a dark, half-grin stole across his features. “My dear Bjorn, what has you so unnerved?” His dark and sophisticated English accent was clearly taunting, tugging at his guest’s nerves. Bjorn cleared his throat and leaned back against the window as if he were distracted by something outside. A low fog had started to drift about the property line.

“I just… I get nervous sometimes that the wife will catch me. We been doin’ this for a while now, you know? She’s gonna start to wonder where I go all the time at my age.”

“And that is exactly why she won’t suspect a thing. Is it so uncommon for a 40-year-old man to go out with friends to the bar? Play a game of poker or get completely pissed?”

“I got kids too, Lucifuge.” Bjorn sighed and ran a hand down his face. “I just don’t know how long I can keep doin’ this with all that weighing on me. I’m also a straight man.”

“Straight?” Lucifuge burst into laughter, leaning back on the second-floor railing for support. “Call yourself whatever you please, but what we do is far from it.” The vampire waited for his laughter to die down before he eyed the other man with a gaze to make even the most doubtful compliant. There was something within his dark red eyes that caused Bjorn to crumble inside no matter how hard he would try to avoid them. That damnable gaze won every time.

“Just take what you need so I can leave.”

“You love it and you know it. It’s a shame it had to be you, though.” Lucifuge pushed away from the railing and approached his guest, carefully sliding a hand low on the man’s hip and the other to the side of Bjorn’s face that had started to flush. He brought his lips close to ghost across the man’s neck, delighting in the shiver it brought forth. “You’re detestable. Your voice gives me a headache and your very existence irritates me. Yet… “ Lucifuge flicked his tongue out to tease the skin that had just begun to scar from repeated punctures. “I can practically taste your sanguis suavis.”

Bjorn held his breath as he expected the pain to come, but it never did. The vampire seemed to hesitate as he pulled his mouth back, watching Bjorn with interest. “What? Why didn’t you drain me?”

“No, that wouldn’t do for my current mood, I’m afraid.” Lucifuge pushed Bjorn back with force and the man fell onto the red satin sheets covering the lavish bed behind them. “The hunger will make for an interesting session – wouldn’t you agree?”

“You’re scaring me.” Bjorn’s heart threatened to break free from his chest as the vampire crawled over him, pressing their bodies together. Lucifuge’s voice lowered to barely above a whisper as he teased his lips along Bjorn’s ear.

“I must find a way to rekindle your interest. I can’t have you doubting what we have now.”

“Lucifuge…” A sigh escaped Bjorn as the body above him began its torturous dance. He felt utterly powerless and was embarrassed by his growing desire. “We don’t have nothin’ but convenience for you.” He groaned in pain as a clawed hand came up to grab his slightly fuzzy jaw, squeezing as it forced his head to the side to look into a pair of swimming red eyes.

“You can’t hide it from me when we’re like this, you fool. You’re quivering in your boots – which, speaking of…” Lucifuge released the man and sunk low to the floor, pulling both boots from Bjorn’s large feet. He then returned his gaze to the man above him and slid his hands along Bjorn’s thighs as he leaned up on his elbows to watch, the vampire tempting his desires as dark fingers crept higher. Lucifuge slid his tongue across his fangs, toying with Bjorn as his body swayed in an intoxicating spell that soon had the man on the bed gripping at the sheets in anticipation. “There is another artery here…” Lucifuge squeezed high on Bjorn’s thigh and the man forgot to breathe. “… and I’ve yet to try it, although I imagine your blood is rushing elsewhere.” The vampire laughed darkly as the man above him became compliant, falling back onto the bed and closing his eyes. “Speechless?” Lucifuge’s hand crept up to the button on Bjorn’s jeans, flicking it open and dragging down the zipper. “Then let’s begin.”

©2018 Shane Blackheart

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Check out the Sims Machinima I made based on this general story here: Lucifuge & Bjorn – Bear Your Arteries!

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Purple & Gold (Original Writing)

(This is a short story I wrote to visit a happy place I desperately needed. When the brain decides to beat me up, this is my only escape sometimes. In the story is myself, my vampire hubby Lestan who is a multiple, and Byleth who is one of my spirit guides and a Fallen Angel. There is some mature humor, as a warning.

“Where are we now?” Byleth’s white heels became saturated in sand as he walked across the dark beach. I looked up at him from where I stood dressed in a pair of black trunks with 90s -streaks-of-neon in the design and a black tank. Lestan was at my other side wearing a much shorter pair of red and black shorts and nothing else. Byleth was, of course, in his usual white t-shirt, white bell bottoms, and red jacket.

“Somewhere.” I looked out over the expanse of sand and water, the ocean’s sprays barely felt on my face. Below my feet, the sand was purple and black with shimmerings of gold in the large moon’s light, and the water was a crystal blue, although the pale moon washed over everything with a dull offset that made it comforting rather than unsettling. I tugged on Lestan’s hand and he followed me to the water’s edge where I dug my feet into the wet, oddly colored sand. The breeze was much stronger here and it caressed my face with a featherlight touch that calmed me.

Lestan’s hand left mine as I ventured further. He seemed worried as I stumbled, moving further and further until I was up to my knees in water. The waves were kind tonight and there was no threat to be drawn under, but I wouldn’t have minded. After a short time, Lestan came up behind me and ran his hands along my arms, bringing his front against my back to better wrap his arms around me and embrace me for comfort. “It’ll be okay, love. Come on, let’s get back.”

“Just a little longer.” I stared out into the inky blackness of the ocean. I usually feared large expanses of water and avoided them at all costs, let alone coming so close to the edge of oblivion. And depending on where we were in any given space in time, if time even existed in this world, it was a guess as to the eldritch horrors lying beneath – maybe even just feet away. “I wonder how close we are to the drop-off.”

“Well, I’m not keen on helping you find Cthulhu, so let’s back away, okay, baby?” Lestan pleaded with me once more, finally drawing me back with him until I stumbled, accidentally dragging him down with me into the sand. We both laid face down in the dark, purple-gold beach, my body on top of Lestan’s. I quickly sat up in apology and watched as he lifted himself and turned around to face me, lifting an eyebrow in mild exasperation. “You still haven’t come down from the meds, have you?”

“Not completely, sorry. I’m kind of… trippy? No, that isn’t it…” Lestan laughed at my response, grabbing my tank and pulling me down on top of him. I straddled his thighs and attempted to clean off the rest of the dark sand that had latched onto his pale, thin face. He stopped me after a few swipes and took my wrists gently, holding them in the air where they were. “But you look silly like that, and it’s all in your hair…”

I was silenced with a kiss that came in slow and soft, just enough to take my breath away before lingering to ghost a chuckle across my open mouth. “It’s not going to hurt me.”

“No, but I feel bad because I literally knocked you on your face.”

“Then I’ll just have to put you on your back to make it even.”

“How’s…?” I grabbed onto Lestan’s arms as he laid me back and crawled over me, his hand wiping off the remainder of sand from his face. A small bit of purple and gold shimmered down from his medium-length black hair onto my cheek. “… how’s this considered making it even?”

“It isn’t. I just wanted an excuse to get you horizontal.” He grinned as I clammed up, my heart jumping into my throat. A pair of footsteps shuffling through the dark sand gained our attention and we both looked up to see Byleth in his bare feet, which wasn’t something I’d ever really remembered noticing. His feet were rather… normal for a Fallen. I gazed upon the rest of him standing tall in nothing but a pair of white swimming shorts that were much shorter than I’d have expected him to wear.

“I figured it would only be a matter of time before you two ended up like that.” He smiled as he passed us by to approach the water’s edge, and my face turned a dark shade of crimson. White shorts. Water. White shorts… water. Lestan must have noticed my discomfort and climbed off of me, laughing.

“What’s got you so unnerved, baby?”

“White water… “ I shook my head. No. “White shorts and water don’t mix.”

“I beg to differ,” Byleth mumbled as he walked into the ocean’s gentle waves. Lestan and I sat side by side as we both observed the Fallen King and his fascination with the vastness of such a place. It brought to mind the many mundane questions I’d never asked him in our short time of knowing each other, but had it really been so short? How long did ‘almost two years’ mean to a Fallen Angel?

“Byleth, how many times have you been near the ocean?” He turned around at my casual question and crossed his arms in thought. The water was up to his thighs. Lestan and I had slid closer, our feet touching the water’s edge with the flow reaching our knees.

“I’ve spent a lot of time observing your world but not really being a part of it. Not many humans are keen on keeping a demon ‘buddy’ let alone a serious romantic relationship of any kind. So my romantic ocean dates? Nil.”

“This isn’t a date, really.” I sighed, the wet sand getting stuck between my toes and my feet becoming buried. The breeze felt like a breath of healing across my naturally frowning lips. “I just needed something different. Something dark but nice at the same time. I didn’t want to go to just any beach because most of them are too bright and full of people.”

“So you made your own. Good job, sugar. I rather like it.” Byleth smiled and braced himself against the small waves that crashed against his backside, finally wetting his shorts. He glanced down and sighed. “I guess that was going to happen sooner or later.”

I glanced around even though I knew full well that the beach was empty save for us. It wasn’t any particular place in time anywhere, so it was as I wished it to be, but regardless of that fact, there was a six point five foot attractive, chiseled Fallen Angel approaching us with a pair of soaking wet white shorts and my head was screaming. Lestan poked my cheek that had become impossibly redder.

“You know he did that on purpose, right?”

“I honestly didn’t plan on getting wet.” He let a small lecherous chuckle slip before sitting beside me, sandwiching me in between him and Lestan. “Depending on the context, that is.”

“I need to relax, guys. At this rate you’re going to give me a heart attack. Both of you.” I caught my eyes wandering down to his shorts and quickly jerked my attention back to the ocean before us. As if on cue once more, my eyes wandered back over to him. Thankful that he’d seemed to be fascinated with the ambiance and the scenery in the distance, I caught sight of his light blonde hair that was nearly platinum – still perfect save for the strands that were feathering across his sharp features in the breeze. His golden horns that twisted up toward the sky glistened like solid gold itself in the moonlight. I wanted to touch them.

Lestan watched with amusement as I reached up to slide my fingers along the rough surface that looked much smoother than it really was. This drew Byleth’s attention back from the ambiance and he glanced down at me from the side to not move his head too much, my hands becoming more exploratory as I followed the horn’s shape up to the sky. A quiet sigh escaped him and he finally turned his head to look at me fully, taking my exploring hand that had been pondering the sharpness of the tip. “Sugar, keep doing that and I’ll have more than just puns when it comes to being wet.”

“You could feel that?” I was truly curious. Was it the same as a cow or a deer, or any other animal with horns?

“Well duh, they’re a part of me. So trust me, yes, I feel it.” With my hand still in his grasp, he lowered it into his lap and I looked off to the side in embarrassment.

“Yep. I… I guess you do.” He released my hand and I felt my fingers twitch in want to withdraw, but I left it where it was. Byleth returned his focus to the ocean, and Lestan had taken to hugging me from my side. Occasionally I’d feel his kisses on my shoulder and on my head, his long, thin fingers coming up to run through my blue-black hair. In that moment I felt possessive over both of them and it brought a warmth to my heart that I’d been missing. My free hand slipped into the back of Lestan’s shorts and I felt him smile against my shoulder. My other hand squeezed Byleth’s thigh affectionately, which seemed to act as a sort of invisible sign for him to come closer. He laid his head on mine and with Lestan on my other shoulder, I felt complete.

My whole reason for having created such a place and wanting to exist in it forever was still very much there, and I still very much wanted to never return. At least here I was surrounded by any one of them, Byleth and Lestan being the two to call forth the strongest. Daro would probably appear soon and if all went well there may even be more familiar faces, perhaps Lucifuge Rofocale for a proper introduction to the others.

But now was our time. It was quiet and intimate and peaceful. There was no urgency in the air and no worries to create that incessant vertigo that Medusa-ed me into stone. There was just Byleth and Lestan, and me, and the dark expanse of night – black and purple sand with its shimmering gold flakes – and the large, oversized moon that allowed a bit of light over the darkness. And then there was the expanse of ocean that could have been a symbol for the void, but at least with my boys there, I could see an expanse of interesting things that hadn’t yet been discovered.

©2018 Shane Blackheart

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(I’d like to start posting more of my one-shots here that I happen to write. Expect more!)