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Le Comte: The First Taste of You

Ikemen Vampire Masterlist

Le Comte de Saint Germain x Female Reader Word Count: 2300 Disclaimer: Ikemen Vampire characters belong to Cybird. Warnings: Angst, slightly NSFW

Premise:

You didn’t mean to break the hour glass.

Usually you were so careful. You lived in a house full of vampires after all.

You’d accidentally cut yourself in the kitchen once while helping with dinner and Sebastian gave you the scolding of your life!

While the residents made great efforts to be civil there were still precautions to be taken. Plus, causing any of the other residents discomfort when they had all—in their own way—welcomed you and made a place for you in the mansion? That was the last thing you wanted to do!

Yet, there was another time Isaac had to leave the room when you had a mishap in the Library.

Leonardo was there and simply laughed as he helped you bandage your hand. “You need to be more careful Cara Mia.” He had teased.

“Please don’t tell Sebastian!” You sighed. “He really let me have it last time. I promise to be more careful!!”

Leonardo had laughed and agreed to keep your secret. You were indeed very careful the next week or so afterwards. Wearing gloves when it was appropriate and being extra cautious when you could not.

Yet this time… you were not so fortunate.

Comte

“__?” The familiar voice made you wince. Of course, he would have to hear that crash. His room wasn’t far from the room you were cleaning. You turn your head to meet the concerned golden eyes of

your lover.

“I’m so sorry Le Comte! I didn’t mean to break it. I know they each mean so much to you and—”

“Sh! Let me see it! No more apologies when you are standing here bleeding.” He took you by the wrist and turned your hand over to inspect the cut across your palm. A distressed expression crossed his face and he quickly withdrew a clean white handkerchief and wrapped it tightly around your hand.

“It appears to be very deep. Was only your hand injured?” He continued to inspect you with fervent anxiety.

“No. I’m okay besides this.” You clutch your hand against your chest. He promptly guides you to a chair with a sigh of relief.

“Are you feeling light headed?”

“No, just foolish. I’m so sorry Comte.” You figured it was safe to apologize now that you were sitting down.

“In comparison to you, my love, it is of no consequence.” He sighed smoothing your hair with a gentle and offering you a faded smile. Did he look a little pale?

“Give me a minute to clean this up? Then I’ll bring back the first aid kit.”

“Oh, I can get—”

“No.”

Your eyes snapped to his.

He had rarely ever used anything but a gentle tone with you. Even after you had admitted you were in love with him and time after time he had declined to reciprocate… he still remained so patient with you.

Yet so much had changed because of the events of less than a week ago. He had finally been able to open his heart to you. He had finally overcome his own reservations about allowing something as fragile

and precious as love to be a part of his life.

Le Comte had finally admitted he also cared for you deeply… the war between his heart and his judgement had been a fierce one. Ending only because circumstances showed you both how much you

needed one another. At last he had offered you the choice to go home or to stay. Promising that if you chose to stay with him—to love him—he would see to your every need and comfort.

You still remembered vividly the feeling in your heart when he first spoke the words “I love you.”

Yet now… it was almost as though he were a stranger.

This voice was the voice that made the other vampires go still. The voice that made even Leonardo’s

eyebrows raise. The voice that commanded submission to this dominant pure-blooded vampire

whom—despite his compassionate and considerate nature—was indeed the master of this mansion.

Those golden eyes held yours for only an instant before glancing away.

“Forgive me, but please stay here ma chère. Until I am certain you truly are well I would have you rest.”

“Comte… are you okay?”

A wane smile curved those beautiful lips of his. Lips that had claimed yours on several occasions now,

but had not yet claimed anything else.

“I am well, my dearest one. I fear I am just a bit anxious after seeing you injured like this. I apologize for

upsetting you as well.”

His expression gentled and you reached out to touch his hand giving it a gentle squeeze.

Oh! His hands were like ice!

You glanced at the floor where the shattered glass and spatters of blood marred the floor.

The blood.

Vampires found the blood of the one they loved especially enticing.

No wonder your lover was having this kind of reaction.

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize… please send for Sebastian. There is no need to trouble yourself like this. I

promise to stay right here until Sebastian agrees I can move and—”

“Please don’t.” His hand cupped your cheek. “Don’t apologize just because you are alive—so beautifully

alive. I am grateful you are not injured further. So, please let me take care of you?”

“But doing that is causing you pain.” You object as he draws away and begins to dispose of the shattered

hourglass. “I can’t stand to know you are suffering Comte!”

He chuckled but doesn’t look at you murmuring, “If you only knew—”

“Only knew what?” You asked sternly when he breaks off.

Those soul searching golden eyes found yours. In the blink of an eye your face was cupped within his

hands and he pressed a kiss just to the left of your mouth. “Let’s just say there are some pleasures, ma chère, that are worth great sacrifice. Even if it means experiencing extensive pain to seek them…” His eyes fell on your lips as his thumb stroked your cheek. “I will be but a moment my love.”

He left you with your mind whirling.

You had promised to stay here in the nineteenth century with him. Asserted that you would leave the

world you knew—the people, your job, everything—just to be with him.

Having you make that kind of sacrifice had upset him greatly. Yet you did it gladly if it meant being with

the man—well vampire—you loved.

You knew there would be challenges ahead. Yet you hadn’t realized he was already facing them.

Leonardo had mentioned the difficulty for a vampire to deal with bloodlust. The Rouge and Blanc

certainly helped… yet when it came to physical attraction and love… they were dealing with a new set of

rules.

Hesitantly you unwrap the handkerchief around your hand and look at the wound that opened your

eyes. How much pain had he suffered for wanting your blood? He said he wanted to give you time.

Those that had chosen to come to this mansion had lived their human lives… and then chosen to

continue to live this one. Le Comte did not want to rush you into this. He insisted he wanted to treasure

you as you were… and he would do so for as along as you chose to wait.

Yet there were chances you might lose one another… Just the though made your heart ache. Could you

truly make him wait knowing what he had to overcome every day simply to be near you?

“_! What are you doing?” Comte gasped moving quickly to your side and taking your hand. “It had

just stopped bleeding and now…”

He trailed off taking an unsteady breath.

“This hurts you… doesn’t it?” You ask gently.

“To see you in pain? Yes.” He said wrapping your hand again.

“Stop. Please look at me.” He paused and at last consented to meet your gaze.

“It hurts you to see me in pain. My love, it also hurts me to see you suffering. I know you promised me

as much time as I needed… and I promised you I would take it. We agreed we both wanted time before

making these choices. But Le Comte, I can’t hurt you like this.”

“Ma chere, it’s not—” He broke off his expression grim.

“I can’t cause you pain in this way. Is there nothing that can be done to ease it?” Tears stung your eyes.

“For if there isn’t… I don’t want to wait any longer to choose. My heart knows what it wants, Comte. I’m

confident that time will only reassure me this was the right decision. Whatever fears we both have

about this, I am confident we can sort out together. Just please… let me be with you in a way that does

not cause you pain?”

He chuckled but it seemed self-derogatory. “I put you through all this? Just by admitting how much I

want you?” He shakes his head. “If anything is comparable to what I feel when I’m near you—when I

sense your beautiful heart pumping life into you—I would compare it to lust, not pain.”

“What?”

“Oh trust me it is not at all comfortable. I have satisfied my thirst before—I have experienced a

unique variety of pain—yet this? This wanting to taste you? Wanting to possess you? Trust me it is it’s

own variant of emotional need.”

“You w-want—” his frank explanation stole away any other words you might have attempted to say.

“Just as you said, Ma chere, my heart also knows what it wants.”

You gulp trying to dig up some sort of coherent response. It definitely takes some time. Yet he waits for

you patiently. His timeless gaze gentle and filled with warmth.

“Then satisfy your thirst. Take what you need from me.” You whisper.

“I’m not certain you are prepared for me to do that.” He shook his head. His smile turning hesitant.

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want this too. I don’t want you to suffer because you are holding back. Because

you are afraid you will frighten me. If you need something from me you have but to ask me for it. I love

you too much to deny you anything.”

He considers you carefully for some time. Finally reaching out his hand he takes yours. The one wrapped

in the makeshift bandage.

“If you truly mean that… may I ask for just one thing or now?”

“What is it?”

“May I taste you?” His fingers stroke your wrist sendinga tremor across the surface of your skin.

“You mean… from there?” You nod to your hand.

“I promise not to change you by biting you. Not yet. As prepared as you feel you are… I am still in favor

of allowing us to be as we are. Just for now.”

“Yes.”

He smiled. “I’m glad you agree.”

“No I mean yes you can—” You bite your lip nervously.

As understanding lights his eyes you feel his grasp on your wrist tighten the slightest fraction. It makes

your heart pound and your breath hitch.

“You are so generous, _. How did you ever come to trust me so much?” “You’ve never betrayed me trust… in fact bit by bit you have claimed my heart.” He tenderly began to unwrap your palm drawing near enough to encircle you with his arms as he worked. The angry slice across your palm came into view and he seemed to stop breathing. Then, just as a lover would draw his beloved’s hand to his lips to place a kiss in her palm, Le Comte drew your hand to his mouth. The warmth of his lips as they moved gently over your skin seemed to set your hand on fire. You tensed as you anticipated pain from his touch and yet the sensation was so pleasant you found yourself uttering a sigh instead of a gasp. You had no idea how long you sat there together, your palm held tenderly in his grasp as he gently took what he needed from you. When at last he drew away and rewrapped your injured hand his gaze seemed almost listless. “Oh, my love.” You whisper gently. You had never seen him so at ease. As though the weight he always carried had been taken from him. Once he finished warping the injury he wrapped his hand tenderly around yours and drew it once more to his lips. Placing a tender kiss there he whispered, “I do not have words to describe how satisfying that was… or how grateful I am you would trust me to taste you like that. You are truly incomparable, ma chere.” “You feel somewhat better then?” You ask nervously. “One thirst has been satisfied. Of course, that only leaves the other to feel more pressing. However, I can hardly complain when you’ve given me so much comfort tonight. Thank you, _"

“I’m glad… I am a bit concerned though. You mention your other thirst… but what of mine Le Comte?”

“Yours?” He asked innocently.

“Haven’t I a right to my own appetites?”

He chuckled. A sound warm enough to melt your heart even as you melted into the arms of your lover.