Only Fangs (Rubyville Vampires)

Chapter 1

Chapter One

C ollin hated how much he loved watching the OnlyFangs stream.

Who’d ever heard of a vampire filming himself while biting people?

Vampires didn’t have reflections and shouldn’t appear on camera at all, but Mikael defied those rules. Every vampire, it seemed, had unique superpowers. Mikael’s was that he had a reflection.

A completely useless power.

In any other situation.

On screen, Mikael grabbed the man on camera with him, leaned in close to his neck and whispered, “This might hurt.”

His victim–a blond guy with fae-like features, stayed perfectly still.

Mikael opened his mouth and struck. His fangs pierced the skin, and the fae writhed beneath his bite. Collin’s dick jumped at the sight, as did the victim’s, which strained against his pants.

God. Why did Collin like this so much?

He should not be getting off on watching vampires bite people.

“Holy fuck, that feels good.” The guy in the video sounded almost as breathless as Collin felt.

Mikael’s lips quirked against the blond guy’s throat, showing the slightest hint of a smile that did strange things to Collin’s insides. Damn it. He really shouldn’t be lusting after this fucking vampire who bit people on livestream.

He was not going to touch himself over this.

Not again.

While Collin watched–unable to look away–Mikael dragged his teeth and lips down the victim’s neck to suck on his collarbone. His victim’s hand reached up and twisted in Mikael’s hair, grabbing onto it firmly as he whimpered, obviously enjoying what Mikael was doing.

“More,” he begged. “Please, I need…”

Oh shit. What would he beg for? For Mikael to keep sucking him? For Mikael to fuck him?

What Collin would give for one night of being at Mikael’s mercy….

It was a pipe dream, of course, because Collin wouldn’t get anywhere near Mikael or his fangs. The blond guy could play with Mikael because he was a fae, and theoretically just as powerful as a vampire, if not more so. He and Mikael were equals, even if the fae was letting Mikael bite him.

Collin was only mortal, though.

In a world ruled by predators, he was prey.

While he didn’t have to live in hiding, he shouldn’t go around advertising what he was, either–and definitely not to vampires. Pure mortal blood had become so rare that an entire black market had sprung up around it.

Collin shuddered, shaking himself to shake the thought.

He glanced at the chat window and swallowed as he saw how many people were online, watching these sessions. Dozens of users sent messages, demanding more of everything. The comments in the chat spammed requests for various things. A couple wanted the fae to take his clothes off; others begged for more neck biting or to be allowed to watch them fuck.

Collin was watching to see how Mikael would handle their demands.

Every stream was different, depending on what Mikael wanted. Sometimes he fucked his victim, other times he just sucked them off, and occasionally, he finished with only a kiss on the cheek, leaving his partner unsatisfied.

Tonight, though, the fae squirmed until Mikael grabbed his wrists and pinned them behind his back. The man’s entire body arched up into Mikael’s touch as he groaned. “Gods, yes.” He sounded delirious with need. “Do what you want with me.”

“What do you think, my dear followers?” Mikael spoke to the camera now, making Collin feel strangely flustered. Like he was sitting there begging to be bitten too. “Should I bite him again? Or maybe we should move on to the main event and fuck?”

Comments rolled in too quickly to read them.

Collin gripped his own knees and held his breath. What was it going to be? Fuck or feed? Both options left Collin painfully turned on. His dick twitched inside his pants.

His hand reached down to open his fly.

But before Collin could give in to the temptation, the scene on the screen faded to black and an ad popped up, announcing the rest of the stream would be limited to paying subscribers. Collin groaned and banged his head against the table.

He did not have the money to waste on this!

In his chair, he rolled back from the computer as reality caught up with him again. He couldn’t even say why he’d clicked to watch the vampire’s stream in the first place. When he’d started the computer, he’d only meant to check his own streaming account–which sadly had nowhere near the amount of subscribers OnlyFangs did.

Ugh. OnlyFangs was such a stupid account name too. Why did people fall for that?

Why did he fall for that?

As if sensing his distress, his pet bunny Luna hopped over to him, poking her nose against his leg to draw his attention. She blinked at him with her big round eyes.

“Hey there, cutie,” Collin muttered. He picked Luna up and stroked her soft fur gently, finding comfort in the routine of cuddling his little friend. Luna was no ordinary bunny. With her pristine white fur that practically glowed in the dim light, she looked like a creature out of a fairy tale. A moon bunny, though that was not the scientific term, Collin liked to think of her as such. In any case, she was a magical creature, blessed by the stars themselves, with the unique ability to absorb the energy from starlight during the night. Not only did this sustain her, but it also gave her presence a calming and magical aura. Collin swore she understood every word he said.

She snuggled closer to him now, rubbing herself against him.

Collin scratched behind her ears with a fond smile. “Don’t worry about me, I’m just having an off night.”

Luna pushed against his hand harder, telling him without words that his reassurance wasn’t fooling her in the least.

Collin’s smile grew sadder. “Fine,” he admitted. “I guess I’ve been kind of obsessed lately.”

Luna sniffed his cheek in response and licked his nose, making him laugh.

“Yeah, I know.” Collin hugged the small animal a little tighter. “There’s just something about him…”

The rabbit squeaked indignantly.

“Okay, no. There’s nothing about him and I’ll stop watching his videos.” What else was he supposed to do? It wasn’t like he could afford to sign up for Mikael’s OnlyFangs channel and… pay to watch it regularly. That’d be ridiculous. He'd just stick to the videos that weren't behind a paywall.

God, he shouldn't watch any of them at all.

“I’m gonna log out right now.”

He wheeled back to his computer and reached out his free hand to move the mouse, but then he paused. “Maybe I’ll just check my messages first?”

Luna regarded him skeptically.

“It’ll only take a minute.” Collin set her down again and typed in the password to access his admin panel. Luna thumped her back foot impatiently while he clicked his way to his messages. His own channel wasn’t as big as Mikael’s, but he still had a fair number of subscribers. As many as he could reasonably expect to have, really, with no magical powers and only solo sessions filmed on his account. He was aware that he looked good, but there were plenty of other sexy, young men online offering similar content.

With a sigh, Collin opened his latest message.

From: Wolfgang (user ID: wulf_)

I’d love to do a show together with you one day. Call me? +155 63–982–17X

Collin hesitated, considering the offer, but ultimately clicked away. It wasn’t that the guy sounded like a creep–because he didn’t–but… well… Collin wasn’t quite desperate enough to turn to this ‘Wolfgang’ character for support.

It wasn’t the first time he’d gotten a request for a joint project, but he turned them all down.

Collaborating with others seemed… dangerous.

It was better that nobody knew who he was. Safer.

Collin was just about to log out when a new message caught his attention. From OnlyFangs. Pins pricked the back of Collin’s neck as he opened it, feeling caught even before he read the message.

From: Mikael (user ID: OnlyFangs)

Did I see your name in the audience earlier tonight?

Collin stiffened at the question. How did Mikael always notice? How did he even have time to read usernames during his performance?

A chat window opened while Collin contemplated his answer. Fuck. He should have just logged out, but the vampire had already caught him online.

Mikael: I know you’re there.

Collin’s fingers hovered over the keyboard.

Mikael: I promise I don’t bite fans ;)

Collin groaned and typed.

Collin: I’m still not your fan. Also, you would bite anyone . That’s your whole gimmick.

Mikael: Why do you keep watching if you don’t enjoy my shows?

Collin: Solely to see what the competition is up to.

Collin knew he was being unnecessarily defensive but damn it, the vampire’s ego was already big enough.

Although, putting it like that was unfair to Mikael, and Collin didn’t like to be unfair. He was just so frustrated with himself. The truth was, Mikael had been nothing but friendly to him. He’d messaged Collin after one of his first-ever streams, when he’d already been a big deal and Collin had been a nobody, simply to say ‘good job.’

That was how Collin’s obsession had started.

But it wasn’t Mikael’s fault that Collin was obsessed with something he couldn’t have. That was entirely his own problem. And he had no business taking it out on the other man.

Collin took a deep breath and tried again.

Collin: It was a good stream. The fae today seemed into it.

Mikael: Oh, yeah. He was fun. Did you watch the whole thing?

Collin paused with his fingers on the keyboard. He’d wanted to watch the whole thing, but the paywall had stopped him. Admitting that felt like admitting weakness, though, and he was already so much weaker than Mikael that he didn’t want to do that. So he lied.

Collin: I got distracted halfway through.

Mikael: Really? Damn it. I know my streams are starting to get boring. It’s always the same old, isn’t it? I bite some fucker and he gets off on it. How much of that can people really want to see?

Mikael’s message was followed by a series of frowning emojis, which threw Collin completely off balance. He hadn’t meant to make Mikael feel bad just because he’d wanted to save a couple of bucks and couldn’t afford to watch the full stream. “No,” he typed, “Your show’s awesome. It’s just, well, you know. Paywall.”

He cringed as he hit enter, but he couldn’t take the words back once they were there.

Mikael: Oh.

Mikael: Wait, let me gift you a subscription.

Collin: No!

Collin cursed at his screen. He didn’t need the vampire’s charity, and besides, it was a good thing he couldn’t watch all of Mikael’s streams. He’d never find the time to do anything else.

Mikael: It’s cool, really. You should have a subscription.

Collin: I don’t want you to gift me anything. You put a lot of hard work into your videos. Don’t give them away.

There was a pause before Mikael typed again, then his message appeared on screen. “You could work it off.” A smug-looking emoticon accompanied the words. Collin stared at them as heat rushed through his body because he knew exactly what kind of work Mikael was proposing. He’d been trying to get Collin to agree to a collaboration for weeks.

Collin: I told you, it’s not gonna happen.

Mikael: Why not? We could have a lot of fun. I’m hot, you’re hot, we’d look great together. Think how many views a show with both of us will get.

Collin swallowed.

Fuck, he wanted to collaborate with the vampire. Just picturing the scene, imagining Mikael’s fangs sinking into his own skin made him shudder. In his fantasy, he slipped into the role of the blond fae Mikael had bitten on stream earlier.

Would he react in the exact same way? Would Mikael’s hands be rough on his wrists or would his grip be gentle and careful? Would he kiss Collin’s neck, his chest…?

His dick throbbed.

No. He couldn’t.

If even one drop of his blood touched Mikael’s lips, the vampire would instantly know who he was. What he was.

Mortal.

Defenseless.

Prey.

Collin’s stomach flipped. “No. Sorry. It’s not happening,” he typed, even as his cock hardened in his pants.

Mikael: What, are you afraid that I’d bite too hard or that you’d enjoy it too much?

Collin: Neither. I’m just not interested.

Mikael: You keep saying that, but then you keep clicking on my streams.

Collin’s face heated. The vampire had him there.

Mikael: I could make it good for you, you know.

Collin swallowed. His hand drifted toward his groin. “Fuck,” he muttered as he closed the chat window without offering the vampire another response. He shut his computer, hoping that’d put a lid on his thoughts as well. It didn’t help, though. His cock still ached, and images of the stream kept popping up in front of his inner eye, reminding him of what he couldn’t have.

He stood, ignoring Luna hopping around him curiously, and walked to bed. There was only one way to distract himself.

He lay down and wrapped a hand around his shaft, stroking his erection slowly. The friction was nice, but it didn’t satisfy him, not really. He needed more. His hand moved faster, squeezing harder, and he closed his eyes.

He was back to watching the stream in his head. He imagined what had happened after the paywall blocked him out, except instead of the fae guy, he was the one on his back, Mikael hovering above him. He imagined what it would feel like to be under the vampire’s touch, to have his hands pinning Collin down, his weight pressing Collin into the cushions.

He wanted that so badly. Wanted to be at Mikael’s mercy, helpless beneath him. It was insane. It was stupid and reckless and dangerous.

But he wanted it.

His breath caught, pleasure building up in him as his hand moved faster, jerking himself off desperately, but the fantasy wasn’t enough to push him over the edge.

He needed more. More stimulation, more sensation, more… everything.

Frustrated, he rolled over, reaching for the night table and the small drawer where his toy stash lived. He rummaged around, pushing past condom wrappers and lube until his fingers bumped against the familiar plastic texture of his favorite dildo. Perfect. He’d just pretend it was Mikael’s cock.

He’d seen Mikael’s cock on stream before, sliding into a victim’s ass, stretching the guy wide, filling him so perfectly. Fuck… Collin wanted that. To be stretched and fucked and used. His hole clenched in response, eager for what he was about to provide. He slicked up the dildo and brought it between his legs, nudging at his hole.

His eyes closed again when the silicone pressed inside, and he imagined it was Mikael’s cock entering him, stretching him, claiming his most private places.

He gasped as his body opened up to accept the dildo, the slight burn only enhancing the illusion of Mikael’s dominance. Collin moaned as he bottomed out, the toy seated fully in him.

He stayed there for a moment, imagining Mikael above him and the vampire’s hand wrapped around his throat, holding him down, making Collin surrender to him.

He whimpered and pulled the dildo out again, thrusting it back in, fucking himself hard and fast, chasing his climax. His other hand worked his dick, and the pressure inside him mounted, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. In his imagination, Mikael leaned over to bite the side of his throat.

Collin’s entire body tensed as the image tipped him over the edge, his orgasm washing over him and leaving him boneless.

For a moment he just breathed, his heart slowing and returning to normal as he floated back down to earth. Then he reached for the tissues to clean himself up and sat up, throwing away the soiled paper.

“Fuck,” he muttered to himself, burying his face in his hands.

He was so fucking screwed.

And not in the way he wanted.