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BloodLust

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Roman seeks out Virgil after ‘Embarrassing Phases’ with a proposition.

He needs his brains fucked out by a vampire, and Virgil is happy to oblige.

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Pairing: Prinxiety

Word Count: 4399

kinks: Vampires, biting, 'roleplay' (sorta)

Warnings:

Biting, blood

Notes:

Hi!! This is a super fun fic because I worked on it with @pas-de-duex ! I'm super excited to share it with you guys, we alternated writing random sections to do this, hopefully it won't be too obvious when reading :3 I hope you enjoy!

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Roman stormed through the mindscape. He has barely even managed to remove his own Halloween costume in his haste.

The filming had been… overwhelming, and not for any reasons you may think, with the others going on about different phases in Thomas's life, Virgil trying to scare them, screaming over and over, no that was fine.

The hard part was trying to act normal when Virgil was right there looking drop dead gorgeous in his vampire costume, with his fangs and the fake blood running down his chin… Roman had barely been able to contain himself during the video, and now that it was over… well, let's just say now he was on a mission.

Roman stormed to Virgil's room, knocking rapidly on the door before pushing it open without waiting for an answer.

“Virgil!” He called into the space, before seeing the emo half out of costume already, damnit, he turned around in shock just as he was removing his shirt.

“Roman?” He practically yelped, “You ever heard of knocking?”

“Yes but this is urgent -” Roman said quickly, striding over to Virgil and letting the door swing closed behind him. Virgil looked down at him, eyes wide.

“What is it? Did something happen?” He asked quickly, worry pulling at the corner of his mouth - he was still wearing the fangs, Roman had never wanted to kiss him so badly.

*No,” Roman said, taking a deep breath, “I need you to put that costume back on and fuck me senseless.”

Aside from Romans heavy breathing, the room was completely silent for a long moment.

“...what?”

—-

When Roman was involved, Virgil knew, generally, to expect something on the whackier side to happen.

Roman tended to be the one who caused shenanigans, and if a prank was pulled around the mindscape you could almost guarantee it was his or someone's revenge prank on him.

Safe to say, when Roman bursts into your room at full speed, you don’t expect anything normal to come out of his mouth.

Virgil, however, apparently did not think weirdly enough when predicting what the Prince would say. His oversight left him bluescreening for a whole minute, shirt halfway down his arms where he had been taking it off just moments before Roman burst in, leaving him shirtless and facing down the determined looking ball of creativity.

“... what? ” Virgil asked, trying to keep his tone as even and normal as he possibly could. Roman just repeated what he had said.

Never, not once in his entire existence, had Virgil expected the words “I need you to fuck me senseless” to be directed at him. Let alone from Roman.

“You’re joking,” Virgil said, deadpan as he came to his senses, that must be it, this was a terrible prank of some kind.

“Virgil - I have never been more serious about anything in my life and if you don’t say no I’m gonna drag you to the imagination and give you a vampire castle and get you to fuck me,” Roman said, “Look - I wasn’’t scared earlier because I was trying not to let on how goddamn attracted to you I was - so just-”

“I don’t… understand-” Virgil said, wavering.

“You, vampire, sexy,” Roman said, “And I need my brains fucked out while you look like that this goddamn minute.”

Virgil felt like he was going to pass out.

“You… you want-”

If Virgil’s brain was functioning properly, he would have laughed when Roman stomped his foot and crossed his arms.

“You heard me. So? Are we going to do this or what?”

“I-I’ve never, uh, Roman? Can we slow down here?” Virgil’s breathing became a bit more laboured. “I think- I think I-”

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Roman’s eyes widened as he realised what was happening.

“Hey hey it's okay. It’s okay. Let's sit down.” He gently guided Virgil to sit on his bed. “What’s happening Virgil?”

Virgil took a few deep breaths and put his head in his hands.

“I-I’ve never… done… sex.”

“What?”

“I- I mean I guess I have. Cause Thomas has… you know. But I myself have never-”

“Oh, I’m sorry Virgil. I probably came on way too strong. If you don’t want to I understand -”

“Oh no! No no no no no! I want to, Roman. I want to have sex. Especially with you. But I’m just,” Virgil laid back on his bed. “I just don’t wanna mess it up, you know?”

Roman laid down beside him. “I mean, if you want, I guess I could teach you? Well, teach isn’t the right word… I could… I don’t know… show you what to do?”

“That… that would be nice. Thank you Roman.”

Roman could hardly contain his joy. He sprang up out of the bed and immediately made a beeline for the door.

“Uh, Roman?”

“Meet me in the imagination! One hour!” He stopped and leaned seductively on the doorframe. “Wear the vampire costume.”

He watched Virgil nod before taking off down the hallway.

Brimming with excitement, Roman rushed into the imagination. He had to get everything perfect, especially if this was going to be Virgil's first time - and he was so happy to have that honour.

But they needed a set, and he'd promised Virgil a vampire castle. The creation came easily and an hour passed without him even realising. He barely had time to prepare himself. When he felt Virgil entering the imagination, he immediately rushed down to meet him, now wearing a loose, poet shirt and plain pants.

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Virgil was, understandably, nervous as he approached the imagination doors. He was in his vampire costume, as instructed. He hadn't put the fake fangs back in because he'd assumed they'd be in the way, but he'd redone his makeup and made sure the costume looked perfect. He wanted to do this right.

When he finally worked up the courage to go through the doors, he felt a tingly sensation wash over him. It was familiar - Roman's silly quest thing he did - but also different from normal… somehow he could tell how worked up Roman was just from the way the imagination buzzed around him, and how odd was that?

What was also odd was the now sharp fangs in his mouth, which he'd noticed when he caught himself biting his lip. He also had a really weird craving for blood .. had Roman's hornyness turned him into an actual vampire?? What the hell-

Roman appeared mere seconds later, not leaving him time to think too much about it. The Prince gasped when he saw him, rushing up and immediately cupping his face.

“Oh you look gorgeous…” Roman said, sounding oddly in awe. Unable to think of something good to say, Virgil simply leaned down to kiss him.

Roman’s arms slid his arms around Virgil’s neck, and Virgil awkwardly put his hands on Roman’s hips. Roman let out a small chuckle, then pulled away from the kiss.

“Did I… did I do something wrong?” Virgil asked.

Roman shook his head. “No, you just need to relax! I know that’s tough for you sometimes,” he placed a gentle kiss on Virgil's cheek, then leaned in to whisper into his ear. “So how about I help you out a little bit?”

Virgil nodded his consent. Roman took his hand and led him down a small stone pathway, all the way to an ancient looking stone castle.

“Oh wow…”

“Do you like it?”

“Your creativity never ceases to amaze me.”

Roman laughed. “Well, I am Creativity, after all! Alright, go inside and get yourself acquainted with the place.” He waved his hand, and an ornate bat-shaped iron knocker appeared in his hand. “In a few minutes I’ll knock on the door using this. Then the fun will truly start. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Virgil opened the large wooden doors, and gave Roman a small salute before heading inside.

“You know what to say if you want to stop, right?”

Virgil nodded, then shut the doors behind him.

Green for go, yellow for slow down or take a break, and red for Stop. He thought to himself.

He took a deep breath.

He could do this.

—-

Roman wanted to give Virgil plenty of time, buuuttt he was also bursting with anticipation. He tried to quell it by weaving intricate rain clouds only he would see, (well, maybe Remus would see them. He knew he saw his brother in the forest eating the leaves off of the trees earlier. If he was still there, he would see the clouds.) but it didn’t matter. He needed to get wet.

After he released the final cloud, he snapped his fingers and allowed the clouds to soak him in rain. He attached the bat shaped knocker to the door, then pulled it once, twice, three times.

Virgil appeared a moment later, with a candle in his hand. He looked confused, glancing between the clouds above and Romans soaked form. Giving him a reassuring smile, Roman quickly got into character.

“I am but a weary traveller - seeking shelter from this terrible storm,” Roman said, and a look of realisation crossed over Virgil's face when he realised what was going on, “Will you let me stay for the night?”

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Let it be known, Virgil was not an actor. Whenever they put on plays and stuff in Thomas's head he always ended up being tech if he had to have a role. Anxiety - stage fright - caused him to freeze up, he never knew what to say, especially not with improv.

Roman knew this very well.

So Virgil wasn't exactly expecting Roman to spring some kind of roleplay on him, though maybe he should've considering the fact that he was supposed to be playing a vampire. At least he was vaguely aware of how this plot should go, but still! Was he supposed to say something sexy? What was he supposed to say? Was Roman expecting him to come up with something good?

But Roman was looking at him, clearly trying to keep character as a meek traveller though he was still giving Virgil a reassuring look - maybe he could try….

“I- uh-” Virgil started, every word he could come up with leaving his brain immediately, he licked his lips, trying not to fidget, “O-of course - come in - uh- out of the rain?”

It wasn't good, to him his own voice almost made him wince, but Roman just smiled, faking a sigh of relief and rushing inside, Virgil stepped after him, letting the heavy door closed against the rain.

“Thank you, good sir, I promise I won't be any trouble…” Roman batted his eyelashes at him and Virgil couldn't help but move closer, placing a hand on Roman's arm, before frowning about how the water soaking him soaked through his glove.

“You uh- you wanna come get out of those wet clothes?” He asked, still feeling far too shy for this, but Roman still lit up and grinned.

“I would love to,” Roman said, Virgil breathed a sigh of relief.

Virgil silently led Roman up to the master bedroom, his cloak billowing behind him on the stairs. He turned around to make sure Roman was still behind him, and was met with Roman, lifting his poet’s shirt up over his head. Virgil held his breath as he watched a single drop of water cascade down Roman’s abs. He wanted to take his tongue and - oh shit.

Roman had been talking while he was fantasising.

“Virgil? You okay? What’s your colour?”

“Gr-yellow.” He said with a sigh.

Roman nodded and took Virgil’s hands in his own. “Do you want to stop?”

“No! No, absolutely not. You worked so hard on this whole thing! And I really, really do want to have sex with you, but…” He sighed again. He wanted to curl up into a ball, pull his cloak over his eyes, and block out the world. But instead he took a deep breath, counted to ten, and just held on to Roman’s hands. “I… I want to do this Roman. But the acting. Role playing, whatever, is like, so not my thing. But I want this. I want to have sex with you, Roman.”

Roman gently kissed Virgil’s head. “Thank you for telling me all this, Virgil.” He snapped his fingers, and caused a small door to appear next to them. “Would you prefer it if I did all the talking? That way, you don’t have to worry about the acting part of this? Of course, you can still say anything you want, and absolutely colour again if you need to. Does that sound good to you, love?”

Virgil nodded. “Yeah… yeah that might be better. Thank you, Roman.”

Roman gave Virgil one of his big, beautiful smiles. “Of course, Virgil. Why don’t you use this bathroom, refresh for a minute, and we can start over?”

Virgil nodded, and headed into the bathroom, giddy to try this again.

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Roman went back outside, reset his clouds, then counted to one thousand before knocking on the door again.

Virgil answered, once again holding a candle. Roman thought it was cute how he was committing to the role, even if he didn’t want to speak.

“Good evening, kind stranger. I am but a weary traveller - seeking shelter from this terrible storm. Will you let me stay for the night?”

Virgil nodded, and took a step back, allowing Roman inside.

“Thank you, good sir, I promise I won't be any trouble…” Roman batted his eyelashes at Virgil, who silently offered him his arm. Roman gladly took it, soaking Virgil’s sleeve. Virgil let out a small chuckle, then proceeded to lead Roman up the stairs.

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Virgil liked it this way a lot more. With Roman doing all of the talking it took the pressure to act off of him. He no longer felt so stressed that he wasn't performing well enough.

They reached the master bedroom once more, and this time Virgil was much more confident as he backed Roman against the stone wall with a smirk on his face, Roman gasped softly.

“Oh-!” Roman said, seeming excited, “I suppose you want payment in return for letting me stay, hmm?”

Virgil nodded, placing a hand on Romans waist and leaning down to scent his neck, letting out a pleased hum as he brushed his nose over Roman's sweet smelling skin… the imagination had made him into an actual vampire, he might as well act like it, right? Especially when it got a breathless gasp out of Roman.

Virgil snuck his hand under Romans shirt, though it was cold and damp, which made him frown.

“Off?” He asked, tugging gently on the shirt, Roman nodded quickly.

“I'd absolutely love it if you got me out of these awfully wet clothes…” Roman says, leaning forward from the wall a little so that Virgil could help get the wet shirt over his head. He flung it carelessly to the side, Roman could always make a new one.

Virgil shivered as he watched Roman attempt to get out of his tight pants, the way they clung to his skin where it gleamed with moisture, Virgil licked his lips again. He wanted to taste Roman, he wanted to kiss him, bite him… every inch of his skin, he wanted to taste what smelled so sweet.

Unable to help himself, his mouth found Romans, once again pressing him back into the wall, Roman shivered where the cold stone hit his bare back, but still he happily kissed back, pulling Virgil closer to deepen the kiss into something more passionate. Virgil hummed into it, sliding his hands from Roman's hips to wrap around him, pulling him against Virgil's own form.

He trailed kisses down to his neck, feeling the blood rushing through Roman's veins beneath his teeth, it would be so easy….

Virgil shook the thoughts out of his head. Surely, Roman wouldn’t want that right away. He was hoping Roman would build up to it though. What was the point of making him an actual vampire if Roman wouldn’t want him to taste his…

Virgil shook away the thoughts again.

“Colour, love?” Roman asked him.

“Green. So green.”

“Well then, kind sir, why don’t we move to the bed? Surely you’d be much more comfortable, oh!”

Virgil leaned down and swept Roman off his feet, placing one hand under his knees and the other supporting his back. He took the short walk from the wall to the bed, then gently placed Roman down on the red satin sheets.

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Roman hadn't been expecting Virgil to pick him up like that. But now that he had…

Roman’s mind was running wild.

But that was for another time. Right now, he had to make sure Virgil was having a good time. He rose to his knees and slowly unbuttoned his pants, revealing the red lacy panties Roman was wearing underneath. He heard Virgil’s breath hitch, and gave the vampire a smile.

“Do you like them, sir? I wore them just for you.”

Virgil nodded. Roman chuckled then slid his pants off, leaving him in nothing but his panties.

He could see the hunger in Virgil’s eyes. What for, he wasn’t sure. But he hoped…

Virgil caught him in a kiss before he could finish his thoughts. He moaned into Virgil’s mouth before Virgil started moving across his cheek and down his neck.

“Oh, sir,”

Roman laid down and pulled Virgil on top of him. Virgil happily complied, crawling over him to keep kissing at his neck. Placing his hands on Virgil’s hips, Roman couldn’t help but be momentarily upset that the other was still fully clothed, though he couldn’t think about that for long when Virgil started sucking a mark into his neck, with gentle nips and nibbles and a stroke of tongue that were driving Roman crazy, enough so that a shameless moan was drawn from his throat.

“Fuck- Vee-” Roman said, tipping his had back. Virgil paused, giving a soft, low hum what had Roman looking up - he didn’t think he looked upset, just contemplative, Roman thought he should ask anyway, “What’re you thinking about?” Roman asked, keeping his tone light and teasing so that he would, hopefully, avoid embarrassing Virgil. Virgil still went pink at the question.

“I…” Virgil trailed off, pulling away to look down at him properly. Roman reached to tuck his hair behind his ear, making him blush even more, “I really want to bite you…”

His voice was just a whisper, but Roman heard him loud and clear - yes even over the sound of blood rushing straight to his dick at he mere suggestion.

“Please do,” Roman said, practically gasped. Virgil’s expression became far less nervous and far more excited as he leaned down to keep kissing his neck.

Virgil took his time picking a spot, all while Roman was practically squirming in anticipation, until finally, after enough kisses and gentle licks to drive a man mad, he braced himself to bite.

“Are you sure about this?” Virgil asked him quietly, Roman whined.

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in the last five years Virgil-” Roman said, making Virgil chuckle lowly, the sound sending shivers down Roman’s spine.

“Alright then… you asked for it,” Virgil says with what Roman is sure was a grin on his face, before sinking his fangs into Roman’s neck.

At first, Roman cried out in pleasurable pain - the kind of pain that made his toes curl and his hips shift - He wrapped his arms around Virgil and gently tugged him back when he went to pull away after the sound. The pain was quickly turning to pure bliss as Roman moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he focused on the feeling of Virgil’s fangs in his neck, the way he was gently sucking on the wound to drink Roman’s blood. He could feel it running down his shoulder too, and when Virgil eventually pulled away leaving Roman just slightly dizzy - both from pleasure and bloodloss - he quickly went to scoop up the rest of Roman’s blood with his tongue too. Letting out a soft happy moan when he was done.

“You taste so sweet, like strawberries dipped in chocolate - you’re delicious…” Virgil said, voice low and gruff, Roman shivered, that wasn’t fair, Virgil had asked not to talk because the whole acting thing and then he came out and said something like that? It was unfair, actually, how badly he needed Virgil to fuck him senseless right now.

“Are you sure?” Virgil asked.

Shit, had Roman said that out loud?

“Only the last part, about me fucking you senseless.”

Roman groaned and covered his face with a pillow.

“I blame you! You’re so hot that my brain turns to mush.” Roman said.

Virgil chuckled. “I’m ready if you’re ready, Roman.” Virgil moved the pillow from Roman’s face. He pressed a light kiss to Roman’s nose, then his cheek. “Or I could always bite you again,” he licked a small stripe along the other side of Roman’s neck.

Roman groaned. “No. Need you, please,”

“As you wish,”

Virgil quickly shed his shirt, cape, and shoes before fumbling with his pants. Roman took his hands and assisted him with the zipper, then slowly helped him step out of the pants. He pulled down Virgil’s boxers, revealing his half hard cock.

“Fuck. Virgil, need you now-“

Virgil chuckled. “Princey, I know I’m inexperienced, but even I know you need to prep someone before having sex.”

“Noooooo.” Roman whined. “I did it beforehand, please don’t ohhhh-“

Virgil cut him off by working a finger into Roman’s hole.

Roman’s mind worked a mile a minute, thinking of clever things Virgil might say. He was almost thankful for the silence, as it allowed him to organize his thoughts so he could remember them later.

“Oh, Virgil!” Roman was cut off as Virgil slipped a third finger inside. “Virge, I’m gonna- I’m gonna- ah!”

Roman came as Virgil accidentally brushed his prostate.

“Oh, gosh, Roman,”

“Fuck, Virgil. That was so hot.”

“R-really?”

“Yeah, I, wow. That was really good, Virgil.”

“Oh, um, thanks.” Virgil started to remove his fingers, and reached for his shirt with his free hand.

“What-what are you doing?” Roman whined at the loss of Virgil’s fingers.

“Well, you-you came. I assume you wanna clean up and get back to, uh, doing Roman things I guess?”

“Wh-Virgil!” Roman whacked the vampire with a pillow. “You haven’t even fucked me yet! What makes you think I want this to be over?”

“You… you came?”

“But you didn’t!”

Virgil hadn’t thought of that.

“But uh, won’t you be all overstimulated?”

“Oh Virgil,” Roman pulled the vampire back on top of him. “That’s part of the fun.”

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Virgil spent another moment opening Roman up before he was ready to fuck him.

“Colour, love?” Roman asked him.

“I’m green. You?”

Roman nodded. “Same, Whenever you’re ready.”

Virgil took a deep breath, then slowly slid the tip of his cock into Roman.

“Fuck, sir!”

He slowly slid back out. “Did I hurt you?”

Roman shook his head. “More. Please.”

Virgil slid more of his cock into Roman, moaning as he did.

He felt like he was in heaven.

“Roman, oh holy shit,” Virgil groaned as he sunk his cock as far as it would go into Roman, who moaned and let out a soft cry in response, “Fuck- oh- tell me when- when you're ready, okay?”

“I'm ready now !” Roman practically whined, “Been ready for- for years Vee just fuck me already -”

Virgil couldn't help but laugh hearing Ronan's needy, desperate pleas, “You're adorable, and impatient,” Virgil said softly, leaning forward to catch Romans lips before he could retort and slowly beginning to move.

Bracing his hands on Romans hips, Virgil started to speed up. Moaning into each others mouths as their lips moved together. Roman flicked his tongue over Virgil's fangs - which had apparently been made incredibly sensitive if the way he stuttered in his movements had anything to say. Roman seemed far too smug about it though, so Virgil pulled away from his lips to press bruising kisses to his neck and collar as he sped up.

Hearing the sounds Roman was making below him spurred Virgil on until he was practically pounding into him. He'd never done this before but damn did it feel good, he understood now why Roman had wanted it so badly.

“F-fuck- Ro-” Virgil moaned into his chest, “I think- I think I'm gonna-”

Roman didn't seem to be able to form words for a second, but when he did they came out around a moan, “Fuck - touch me, please- please Vee, I wanna come with you-”

Virgil whined and held back the bubbling heat in his abdomen as he reached down to take Roman’s cock in his hand, stroking it in time with his thrusts until Roman came with a shout.

Finally, Virgil let himself have his orgasm, moaning through it as he filled Roman with cum, muttering incoherent nonsense to him as he pulled out and flopped down on top of him, nuzzling his face into Romans neck and panting for breath.

“That felt so- so good,” Virgil mumbled into Roman's neck. Roman began petting his hair.

“I'm glad,” he said, kissing the side of Virgil's head, “It felt heavenly for me too… now C'mon, we should get cleaned up before we fall asleep or we'll wake up crusty and gross, okay?”

Virgil couldn't help but laugh, before whining into Roman’s shoulder at the prospect of getting up.

“Awee, come on big guy, up we get,” Roman teased, gently nudging Virgil to his feet.

Virgil ended up having to carry Roman to the adjoined bathroom to get them cleaned up, since the moment he tried to stand he nearly collapsed with legs like jelly. Eventually though they made it into the warm water together.

Roman had thankfully made the tub large enough for both of them, so Virgil had to problem sliding in next to him.

“That really was amazing, Virgil.” Roman purred.

Virgil pressed a small kiss to Roman’s cheek. “Roman, do you, would you-” He couldn’t quite find the words.

Roman started threading his fingers through Virgil’s hair, trying to comfort the anxious side.

“Do you think we could do this again sometime?”

The question shocked Roman for a second, but he covered it up with a small chuckle before answering:

“Of course, Virgil.” Roman said softly, “Any time you want.”

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#this is sooooooo good

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