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3rd POV

Yibo tried to not move much even once Xiao Zhan fell asleep. He was still trying to figure out what just happened. Letting the prince drink from him wasn't planned nor did he expect it. But he wasn't mad either. At least not mad at Xiao Zhan.

He was mad at himself for the reaction he had. Mad, that despite being the strongest, his mind and body weren't able to keep up the shield, making him lose control over his body this fast, this easily. It never happened before. Never!

The more Yibo thought about it, the more angry he became. He always thought of him as someone who wouldn't be moved easily. No one could make him do things he didn't want. No one dared to. He was the leader of the royal guards. He was one of the strongest.

Yet, someone he ended up in this situation.

His eyes went to Xiao Zhan who let out a content sigh and snuggle into Yibo's chest. The guard quickly looked away, towards the ceiling. He bit his lips feeling the tightness around his lower body. No, this couldn't go on. He needed to leave to somewhere where he could get rid of the problem without being noticed. No one should see him in such a situation.

So, as carefully as he could, he rolled Xiao Zhan over until his back met the mattress and Yibo could get up.

He didn't.

Instead, he watched the sleeping Xiao Zhan closely, he watched the smile on the latter's lips, where he could still see the faint hints of red. The prince's face wasn't pale anymore. It was rosy as if he was drunk. Drunk from Yibo's blood.

A growl could be heard and Yibo's eyes quickly darted through the room, ready to attack the intruder.

There was no one.

Another sigh from Xiao Zhan drew back Yibo's attention. He couldn't help but look at the sleeping prince who frowned and then smiled. Yibo stared at the blood on Xiao Zhan's lips until the latter's tongue shot and licked it away. Another content smile from Xiao Zhan, another growl sounding in the room.

Yibo realized it came from him. He wanted to get up, go and take care of his problem but suddenly a scent hit his nose. Not that of his arousal, not that of blood. It was something else. Something that came from the prince. Yibo sniffed the air, and bend down closer to the sleeping boy where the scent was more evident.

It was a good smell. Soft yet strong. It was delicious, and addicting.

Yibo couldn't make out what that scent was. He smelled the faint fragrance of roses which was the trademark of the royal family. He bent down closer until his nose hit the fair skin of Xiao Zhan's cheeks. Slowly his nose moved lower to his chin, then to his neck.

Yibo took in a deep sniff. He growled louder, his fangs scratching the prince's skin.

Yibo wasn't hungry. He drunk not long ago. Enough to keep him satiated for a few months. But right now that didn't matter because he wanted to dig his fangs into the skin. He wanted to taste him. Just once, just a little.

He bit him a few days ago but he didn't remember much about the taste anymore. Back then he didn't care. Now he did. He wanted to remember, he wanted to know more, he wanted to taste Xiao Zhan.

He didn't bite him. That much control he still had. But his tongue licked his neck with relish, his teeth scratched the skin enough to draw blood. It was fair to taste it for Xiao Zhan feasted on him minutes ago. Yibo shouldn't taste it.

He did it anyway.

It was barely one drop, but Yibo grabbed the sheets and almost growled louder than a lion ever could. Thankfully Xiao Zhan did not wake up. He wanted more, but Yibo didn't take it. He closed his eyes, trying to control what was trying to break free.

He pressed his nose against Xiao Zhan's neck and took in deep sniffs until the delightful addicting scent of Xiao Zhan was overthrown by the strong masculine scent of Yibo and the sweet scent of his arousal.

Yibo pressed himself against Xiao Zhan. Wanted to feel the prince's body on him. He stared at Xiao Zhan's face, hoping the latter would open his eyes. Yibo wanted him to see him, to feel him, to want him.

His fangs became longer, the sweet scent stronger.

'I need to go! Now!' Yibo screamed at himself and finally, he was able to put a distance between him and the sleeping boy. He got up and forced himself to enter the bathroom. He ignored the pull inside him, he ignored the desperate pleas that were begging him to return, to have more of that smell, more of the taste. To have more of him.

Yibo closed the door. He walked towards the mirror, his eyes met his reflection. It was shocking to see himself like this. His eyes glowing red and his fangs longer than he has ever seen them. Looking into his eyes, he saw the longing, the want, the possessiveness.

His eyes then went down to check his body. His upper body was sweating, his pants were wet. Just a little but the stain was visible. His eyes never left that part when he opened his pants and let his right hand slip inside. It met the straps of his underwear, slipped under it, and touched his barrier-free and wet skin.

It was embarrassing to touch himself but even more than that, Yibo was curious. He never touched himself before. He never was in such a situation where he had to please himself. It was a new situation. It scared him, just a little, but Yibo welcomed it.

He wrapped his hands around his cock. Wet and stiff it lay in his hand. Slowly he moved his hand up and down, making him feel an electrical shock before a wave of pleasure overpowered him. His eyes closed. He saw Xiao Zhan on top of him. The memories of what happened flooded his mind, his eyes, and his ears. Everything. He felt himself becoming harder and started to increase the speed.

He bit his lips, leaned back his head, and stroke himself until soon he felt a pull on his stomach and himself twitching. He became slower. It was painful, yes, but he needed to slow down, or all of this, these feelings, those memories, everything would be over too soon. His eyes stayed closed, his mind continued to remember, show him what he wanted to see, needed to see.

But he couldn't hold it in for long. He came. His seeds filled his hands, staining his underwear. He felt it flow down his legs, Yibo didn't care. All he needed was a shower.

'And him...' He growled at that thought for he knew that wouldn't happen. That shouldn't happen.

His hand was still holding himself even after he let it all out. He was still hard and he didn't dare to take his hand off or the magic he felt would be gone. Just when he thought he had calmed down, he heard Xiao Zhan moving next door. That was all the prince did. Yet it was enough to encourage Yibo to fantasize more about his protégé.

Yes, that was what Xiao Zhan was. His protégé, the crown prince he had to protect. And Yibo would protect him with everything he had. But suddenly there was more. Something told him that he wanted more than just that, that he needed to be more than just the protector.

While all these thoughts and weird feelings were hitting him, he worked on himself. For someone who had never pleasured himself, Yibo thought he was pretty good but felt that something was missing. It was enough to give him the release he needed, but knew that he would be able to feel much more when....

'... when what?' Yibo frowned in confusion and then he growled. He growled at himself and his inner voice who didn't think it was necessary to finish that sentence.

He glared at his reflection and his eyes wandered to his front where he watched his hand, hidden inside underwear, working on his cock fast but without a rhythm. He needed a rhythm, he realized, or he wouldn't be able to finish. He closed his eyes again, clutched his cock harder, and increased the speed while his ear pick up the soft sounds of Xiao Zhan's breathing and the sounds of his beating heart.

There it was, the rhythm. Yibo smiled slightly while his other hand joined the fun. Both hands worked on him and Yibo became faster, he touched every part that was hiding in his underwear while listing to the sounds coming from next door.

A deep moan filled the room once Yibo found his release once more. It took longer than earlier, yet not long enough. Yibo wanted to feel more, he wanted to keep listening to Xiao Zhan, wanted to keep all the images of today in his head and continue until he thought he had enough.

His body had a different opinion and soon the object in his hands relaxed. He was out of breath but he felt content as he stood there and reminisce everything that happened since he woke up this morning.

Yibo didn't know how long he stood there, in that position, but the realization of what happened full-ends hit him when he opened his eyes again. He should feel guilty, and he did, but he also wanted to turn back time and do it all over again.

The sounds of Xiao Zhan moving in the bed took Yibo's full attention. It wasn't just any bed, it was Yibo's. And realizing that made Yibo growl once more. He quickly buttoned up his pants, left the bathroom, and sprinted to the door leading into the little apartment he shared with Xiao Zhan. He locked the door and returned to his bedroom and locked that door as well.

His eyes then fell on the sleeping prince. He watched his chest moving up and down with every breath he took and continue sleeping as peacefully as ever before. Yibo walked around the bed, climbed on it, and made himself comfortable right next to Xiao Zhan.

It was his bed after all and he was allowed to sleep in it. It belonged to him. The whole room belonged to him which means that everything in it belonged to him. Everything. Without exception.

Xiao Zhan's POV

Usually, when I woke up, I always felt slightly stiff. As if I was run over by a car or something. But not this time. No, this time I felt as light as a feather. No headache, no irritation, no thirst, no hunger. Okay, maybe I was hungry because I must have slept a long time seeing the room was so dark that I was barely able to see something. The moon that shone into the room through the window was the only source of light.

It was kind of ... annoying that ever since I came here, all I did was sleep. Not the whole time but most of it. Either because I was very sleepy, or exhausted for whatever reason, or I just slept because I was bored. And sleeping out of boredom was bad. It would kick you out of your routine.

Anyway, today, or rather tonight, I felt like I was newly born and it made me happy. It made me very delighted....

... until my memories came back instantly, showing me what I did just seconds before I fell asleep.

It was shocking and I thought I would throw up right away but I didn't. Why? I didn't know. Maybe because I forced myself on Yibo knowing fully well what I did. I didn't do it because I lost control and then can't remember a thing, no, I did it because I wanted to. I needed to. No matter the consequences.

Everything within me fought against the urge to do it but in the end, I ignored that voice and did it anyway. I fought against my human nature and let the vampire within me take control only for as long as I had enough of his blood. Yibo's delicious blood was, despite the metallic taste, mostly sweet with a hint of bitterness. It smelled metallic but also had the fragrance of sandalwood.

Just thinking about it made me carve for more. It was confusing and a little annoying that I didn't think of what happened as disgusting and even wanted more. It also confused me why I was disgusted in the first place. Why was I? It was delicious and it made my body feel good.

Then the human part of me reminded me that drinking blood wasn't normal. It was normal to think of it as disgusting. The vampire part of me, however, reminded me that drinking it was normal and, as I found out not long ago, mouthwatering. Even now I wanted more of it.

This little conversation was as if I had an angel and a little devil sitting on my shoulder, both trying to assure me the other part was bad and shouldn't be listened to. The angel, my human part was trying her best to make me aware of the evilness of the other, while the devil, the vampire part, was ignoring the angel and listed all the good things and feelings I thought and felt when I drank from Yibo.

Was it bad that I was more interested in what the devil said? Was it bad that I ignored the little angel and, would I have been able to, kick it from my shoulder? The voice of the little devil became louder, more eager, telling me I should forget about the angel and never let it return. That what I did was normal, it was the right thing to do. I liked it after all.

I shouldn't listen to the devil. The devil is evil, even children knew that. But...

If I had been raised with the King, growing up as the vampire I was, living in the World of the Vampires, and would have visited the Human World for the first time to find out more of my human part... if had taken a liking to this new world, my current devil would have been the angel, wouldn't it? It would have told me to go back to the World of the Vampires.

It was my mind, my human-raised mind, that showed the vampire side as the devil so I couldn't just rely on that part, can I? Realizing these damn thoughts, I became scared. Witnessing how I accepted what I was easily only because of Yibo and me feasting on him.

I shook my head, overpowered by my feelings and thoughts. I would have probably laid here and kept thinking about all this but then I turned around to find a better, more comfortable position only to find myself face to face with Yibo. I froze, not able to move the slightest when I stared into his face.

His eyes were closed and he was breathing rhythmically telling me he was fast asleep. But, sleeping or not, how the hell did I end up in this situation? Why was I not in my room? I remembered falling asleep here but he could have brought me back into my room.

Now, watching him next to me, I noticed a lot of other things. The closeness of the two of us, for example. I mean, I was sleeping with him on his bed. Also, I noticed the smell that engulfed him. But it wasn't the scent of sandalwood that had me feeling weird. I couldn't quite explain it but it smelled... masculine. Yes, he was a man, of course, he would give off that smell but I never smelled it before. Did my sense of smell become better or did Yibo's scent become stronger?

Whatever the case, I sure as hell needed to leave the bed before he woke up. I needed to save myself before he would woke up and kill me for forcing myself on him. The only reason he was sleeping next to me so peacefully was that I must have taken a lot more of his blood than I should have.

What was I saying, I shouldn't have drunk from him in the first place!

Maybe he wouldn't kill me, I was a prince after all, but he would surely make my life a living hell.

I carefully turned back to the other side and slowly slid forward only to be pulled back by strong arms. I froze again, not able to move in fear I woke him up. I listened into the darkness and when I heard that his breathing did not change, I understood he was still asleep. Just when I was about to move again, Yibo pulled me even closer until my back hit his chest.

'Shit!' I cursed inwardly. I was about to try it again when I felt something scratching the back of my neck. I widened my eyes and before I could react any further I felt a sting when something intruded on my skin. It was just a sting, it didn't hurt. But it felt weird. Weird and yet... normal, as if my body knew that would come sooner or later, and it felt welcoming as if my body was only waiting for it to happen.

It felt much different than before when Ji Yang bit me for merely a few seconds. It also felt a lot different when Yibo bit me days ago to get samples of my blood. Was it days ago? Or maybe weeks?

It didn't matter because it was enough to know that it felt different. I froze even more when Yibo started to draw out blood. He wasn't necessarily sucking but rather ... nipping. Yes, he was nipping on me. And although that was all he did, I felt like my blood was leaving my body fast as if... as if it left on its own.

A growl sounded in the dark room, I knew for sure it didn't come from me, and Yibo's warm and wet tongue slid over the spot he had just bitten. I felt warm, or rather, I felt hot. I didn't even realize that I had started sweating. But I was only able to move when Yibo loosened his grip on me slightly. He loosened up but didn't let go of me. So I had to carefully maneuver my way out of his gentle and protective hold.

Once my feet touched the ground I run towards the next door and closed it behind me. I was hoping it was the way out of Yibo's room but I found myself in his bathroom instead. I didn't know what it was that had my heart beating this irregularly. Was it because I realized what I did hours ago? Or was it because of what happened just now? Or was it because the whole bathroom smelled like Yibo?

Because it did. The masculine scent I smelled on Yibo earlier lay in the bathroom air, surrounding the walls like a protective shield. It was heavy everywhere. But there was something else too. A sweet scent that had my heart beating louder and my body heating up. I didn't know what that smell was, maybe some kind of perfume or soap, but whatever it was, I liked it. It was so good that I couldn't help myself but keep sniffing the air, walking towards the mirror where I had the perfect sight of myself.

Looking at myself I saw my eyes shining bright. They weren't red but were full of life. I wasn't pale anymore, in fact, I looked healthier than ever. My cheeks were slightly rosy as if I was wearing makeup, which I didn't.

I stared at myself, taking in the changes. Only small ones but they were clearly there. Then I frowned and looked around before I looked back in the mirror at myself. There was no light in this room, yet I saw myself perfectly. And my nose....

When did my nose become this sensitive? It was like this before. Drinking blood changed me and my sense a lot. And as much as I remember I didn't even drink much. What would happen if I drank more? Would I be able to do even more?

I sniffed the air, looking for that sweet scent. My feet started to walk on its own until I stood in front of the door leading back into the bedroom. I opened it and my feet continue to walk, towards the bed, closer to Yibo. I stopped in front of him and realized that here, the sweet scent was the strongest. I didn't notice it before as I was too occupied by the masculine smell.

The temperature in the room rose the longer I stood here, the longer I watched Yibo sleeping and taking in the sweet and kind of addicting smell.

'I need a shower...' I thought and forced myself to retreat. With quick and silent steps I approached the bedroom door and frowned when I found it locked.

'Yibo surely is taking his job seriously...'

I reached for the key and turned it around. Now the door opened slowly but suddenly was shut down again. I wasn't even able to comprehend the situation when I turned around and found Yibo right in front of me. His eyes were red and stared at me while his right hand was leaning against the door he just yanked close again.

My heart raced which was confusing because I wasn't scared of Yibo at all. Maybe I should have been, I attacked and forced myself on him after all, but no, I wasn't scared.

Yibo kept glaring at me and I noticed how beautiful they looked like this. Instead of golden orbs, I found myself looking into two red ones, shining like rubies. He suddenly bent down, hiding his face on my shoulder and I felt his nose on the skin of my neck. It seemed like he was sniffing at me and I found that embarrassing.

"I ... I will take a shower..." I stuttered and he rose his head again, looking back into my eyes. Suddenly his fangs were there, sneaking out from between his lips. I couldn't take my eyes off it.

This wasn't normal and I should be scared, I should be disgusted and feel uncomfortable.

I wasn't.

Instead, I felt how curiosity rose within me. I raised my hands and touched those fangs. Maybe I should have asked for permission first, but at that moment I didn't think much. I just wanted to touch them, just for a moment to find out how they feel like.

Yibo wasn't angry but instead parted his lips and his fangs grew a little more. Almost as if he was proud of them and was showing them off.

Maybe he was.

They didn't feel different from normal teeth. The only difference was that they were sharp. Extremely sharp, almost like a scalpel. So it wasn't a surprise that I cut my finger on them. I only had time to hiss once before Yibo wrapped his lips around it and my finger disappeared into the depths of his mouth.

Soon his tongue was hitting my finger, twirling around it and taking in the leaking blood. All I did was stand there like a statue and stare at Yibo's lips. I felt his teeth nibbling on my skin, biting on it, and drawing more blood.

Yibo closed his eyes and sucked on my finger. The feeling was different than when he nipped on my neck. This time he was sucking so strong that for a moment I feared he would swallow my finger.

I shuddered when he let out a dark growl. My breath hitched once when he did that and it happened a second time when he opened his eyes and stared into mine. I wasn't able to calm that irregular beating heart of mine at all. He took out my finger and bent down to me again. His tongue now slowly sliding over my neck. I even felt his fangs carefully gliding over the skin.

I held my breath, waiting. Waiting for... what? Him stopping? Him biting me? Probably the latter, I was ready for his revenge but I knew Yibo enough to know he wouldn't do that. So why was I so disappointed?

Yibo stepped back and continued to stare at me. That stare alone was giving me goosebumps.

"I ... can I take a shower?" I stuttered and his answer was to lean to me once more, sniffing at me, his nose gently caressing my neck, before he stepped back again, turned around, and went back to bed. It shocked me how easily he fell asleep. Almost as if he was never awake at all.

Using this chance, I opened the bedroom door and slipped out of the room. After closing the door behind me I descended the stairs and stood in the middle of the living area. I stood there and stared into the darkness.

'What did I want to do again?' I asked myself before I remembered.

"Right, shower..." I mumbled and made my way to my room. I didn't come far when I smelled the soft smell of something... very very sweet. Not like the scent on Yibo, earlier, but something else. I had a sweet tongue and loved eating sweets but... that smell was something else. I wrinkled my nose but couldn't stop myself to stare at the door leading to the hall.

There was something out there. No, not something, it was someone. I smelled the soft fragrance of perfume next to the very sweet scent. My ears caught the sounds of steps in front of this apartment. Someone was sneaking around in the hallway.

Another scent hit my nose. It did make me feel dizzy. All those different scents were making me light-headed. I wished I would have stayed in Yibo's room with his scent alone engulfing me. Why did I even get up?

'Ah.... a shower...' I thought but couldn't stop staring a the door. Whoever was outside didn't intend to leave. Maybe I should open the door and check who is outside... but somehow I feared smelling more of that icky scent. For no reason, that scent scared me. Yet I took a step forward, closer to the door.

Suddenly the door opened.

to be continued...

~~It's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes ~~

No? Okay, maybe next time. Because... that was hot!

Anyway, what a night, right? A little too short but... we can't have everything at once, can we? 

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