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nyx-aira · 2 months

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Because the dear @signoraviolettavalery was craving some vampire!bojan content I continued this little (well not little anymore oops) snippet of Jan and his long hair

Yesssss! Bojan feels so guilty for not noticing but also is so grateful for Jure and how Jan can open up to him. To someone that is not above him in standing (although technical he still would be probably because I think the older brides have more "power")

And the dress thing yes yes yes

The sun was shining bright as Jan and Bojan arrived at Martin's castle. Many summer days were spent together and no matter how much Jan tried to protest sometimes they always arrived before sundown, Bojan explicitly stating he wanted Jan to spend some time with Jure out in the sun. And even though he'd never admit it out loud, he loved the hours with Jure just sitting on the terrace or exploring the gardens of the manor.

When they arrived Jure was already sitting outside under a big apple tree, waving at Jan and Bojan while Bojan hurried inside the open doors to the library to greet Martin. Jure was wearing a light summer dress, white with blue flowers and bows as straps. The dress was moving with the wind and speed as Jure ran up to Jan and wrapped him in a hug as warm as the sun itself.

"You look stunning." He said against his ear and rested his head on Jan's shoulder.

Jure, as Jan had found out once he had been able to let his guard down around him, absolutely loved physical contact and Jan's heart always swelled with pride whenever Jure gave him one of his warm hugs or nudged his arm or even, on very rare occasions, kissed his cheek.

That's why Jan wanted to smile at his compliment, tell him how absolutely amazing he looked and spend a lovely day outside and then have a great night with his husband and Martin. But he couldn't. Because as sincere as the compliment was it still made his skin crawl somehow. The deep purple dress he was in had off the shoulders sleeves and a long slit up his thigh, it was of a lighter material, yes, but the wine red corset was making it difficult to breathe, his vision swimming as he remembered the last time he wore that dress.

And how it had ended.

"Jan?" Jure's voice ripped him out of his panic. Blue eyes stared at him with so much care and worry.

"What's wrong?" He asked and Jan couldn't speak, he just wanted the dress gone, subconsciously pulling at his corset. Off off off.

Jure's eyes turned soft as they tracked his movement and a gentle hand stopped him from worrying the fabric even more.

"C'mon, let's go upstairs and get changed, mmh." He said and gently pulled Jan along, knowing exactly what was going on without Jan saying anything. Jure was a gift he didn't deserve.

Jure's chambers were messy, closet open and dresses strewn around as papers fluttered in the breeze of the open window.

"Can you get out on your own or do you want me to help?" He asked and Jan just nodded, hoping Jure would catch what he was implying. His hands were shaking so much he probably could even do anything without help at the moment.

Slowly Jure undid the laces, his hands careful not to wrap around his waist and Jan wanted to cry even more at that. Slowly the bodice slipped down to the floor and finally he was able to breath again.

Jure gently made him sit down and soon a weight settled besides him.

"You know," Jure started, "before Martin I had never worn a dress before."

He looked down, playing with the stitched on flowers of his dress.

"But being a bride, getting married, changed everything. There were rules to obey and one of them was the dresses."

Jan saw Jure starting to fidget with his wedding ring.

"I had always been a bit different and although it was new and something unknown I had learned to love it. Turned it into something that was me."

He stared at his ring with a loving gaze.

"I'm wearing this because it makes me feel safe and comfortable, not because someone told me to. And Martin thinking I look pretty is just another plus." He winked.

"But even if he thought it was the ugliest piece of clothing known to mankind I would still wear it and he would let me. Because it is my decision. It is my body."

That was what broke Jan. Ugly sobs ripping out of his chest, crying for all the years he had never had a choice, had been nothing but a doll, there to be dressed up just for it to be ripped off again some time after. He grieved for all the things he could never do, the autonomy he never had and the decisions that were never his to make. And Jure was there. Jure with his warm smile and gentle hands, soothing voice and so much love for him, Jan once again thought he didn't deserve him.

It took a while for him to calm down again, for the sobs to subside and the tears to stop rolling. But when he was calm again, Jure gently pulled him to his closet, filled with all the types of dresses one could imagine and more.

And out of the depths of silks and satins he pulled something that Jan couldn't describe as anything other than what it was. Perfect.

A pair of flowy light pants, a deep rich earthy brown with a small golden butterfly stitched onto the waistband and a white blouse with long ruffled sleeves and see-through details, closed with a row of neat ivory buttons. It was stunning.

Jan held his breath as Jure closed the last button, never ever having felt so light in his life. Tears were blurring his vision as he looked at himself in the mirror, Jure's gentle hand placing a flower from his nightstand behind his ear. It wasn't perfect, two of the leaves already welting and not symmetrical. But those imperfections made it perfect.

"I must correct myself," Jure whispered from where he was standing besides Jan with a small smile on his face, "before you looked stunning, now you look simply not from this world."

Any other time these compliments would've made Jan's skin crawl, the intention behind them making him swallow down his tears and soldier on. But from Jure he knew they were sincere, that he meant every word. Once again tears fell this evening as Jan pulled him into his arms, feeling so grateful for the companion he had found in him.

"Thank you." He whispered as they pulled apart and Jan looked into teary blue eyes.

"You're glowing, Jan, and it is such a good look on you."

And as Bojan and Martin sat in the library they suddenly heard laughter ringing through the corridors as a grinning Jure slid into the room, laughing as he ran out into the garden, Jan close behind and chasing him as they ran towards the lake at the far end of the garden, their laughter echoing loud and clear through the trees.

Bojan couldn't believe it, slowly turning to Martin with tears brimming in his eyes.

"Am I dreaming?" He whispered as his eyes tracked the now small silhouettes disappearing into the endless gardens.

"Martin, tell me I'm not dreaming." He pleaded as he looked at Martin wide eyed.

"You're not." He said, voice breaking as he tried to see his Jure once again making a miracle come true.

"How does he do it?" Bojan asked as he looked outside in awe.

"I don't know," Martin mused, fondly twirling his wedding ring, "you and I both know he always had a way with people."

Martin carefully put down the wine glass that was threatening to slip out of Bojan’s fingers.

"But it isn't only him that is making Jan finally dare to explore himself again. It's you too, Bojan." Martin said and continued as Bojan just looked at him.

"If he wouldn't feel like you would support his decisions, he wouldn't be seduced to mischief and trying out new things by Jure. Without you showing him he can explore, he wouldn't do it with Jure."

Martin pulled Bojan into his arms and softly brushed a tear from his cheek.

"You're doing an amazing job, my little flower."

#vampire!bojan #vampire!martin #im gonna write a short snippet she said #well...#guess that didn't work out

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merlilica · 6 months

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@signoraviolettavalery @touchyourblood @nyx-aira

So uhhh. I may or may not have been thinking nonstop about how the wedding dresses are built to stop runaway brides.

I wrote a thing

Jan's life was one full of contradictions. A vampire hunter who was never taught to fight, a beautiful musician ordered to sing only for his future husband, a prized possession encouraged to take care of himself so that he could be given away to someone else.

A bride running away from a wedding he'd begged for since he was a child.

The lace caught on a stray branch as he ran, refusing to tear and break. He pulled. It wouldn't let go.

Fuck, he didn't have time for this. Any moment now they'd realize—

The deep, low tone of a bell sounded off in the distance.

They knew, they’d discovered his empty room, and now they'd be coming. He should've known he wouldn't be able to escape that easily.

With a final tug, the branch snapped off, weighing down the already painfully heavy skirts just a little bit more. Jan kept running. He dodged rocks and wove around trees, the skirt leaving a trail of upset earth behind him.

A shadow appeared, silhouetted by moonlight and blocking the path in front of him. Jan stuttered to a halt, his heavy skirts swirling around him.

“Hello, darling,” his would-be husband said in a deep, dangerous, silky smooth voice. He looked perfectly at ease, completely unconcerned about Jan’s running away.

He was right to be; Jan should’ve known he could never escape him anyway.

Breathing hard, he took a step backwards. His husband took two towards him.

“Come now,” he crooned. “We don’t need to make this harder than it needs to be, love.”

“No,” Jan whispered, trying to hide the trembling of his hands by grasping desperately at his skirts. “No, no, no…”

“We’ll go back, you’ll marry me like you’re supposed to, and I’ll see to it that your punishment is light.”

“Please…” he begged, voice shaking. He was so close. He could feel the freedom slipping through his fingers like the finest sand. “Please.”

His husband stepped towards him again, faster.

In a rush to get back, Jan’s shoe caught on his skirts and sent him tumbling to the ground, barely catching himself in time. He wanted to keep going, tried to pull himself away, but a single foot on his skirts prevented him from getting any further.

“Oh, love,” he cooed, kneeling down so that they were eye to eye. “Your fear is beautiful. They told me you were the best—top of your class, actually—but I must say, I wasn’t expecting to have this much fun with you.”

In a desperate measure, Jan went for the pin in his hair. Fight dirty, Nace had said. Someone in his position couldn’t afford to follow common law combat. Aim for the eyes. In one quick motion, he tugged it out and slashed at his husband’s face.

It was no use.

His husband laughed, catching his wrist before Jan could get anywhere close to striking, twisting it and forcing him to drop the makeshift blade with a muffled cry.

He nuzzled against Jan’s shaking palm, letting himself breathe in the scent of the slight perfume on his wrists, and sighed.

“They did a beautiful job, dolling you up for me.”

With a finger under Jan’s chin, he tilted his face up so that Jan was forced to look at him, still breathing heavily. From the running or the panic, he didn’t know. His husband’s hand was almost painfully cold against his warm skin as he moved to stroke Jan’s face.

He let go of Jan’s wrist and instead used his other hand to comb through his hair, almost gently. Sweetly.

His husband took a fistful in his hand and used it to pull Jan’s head to the side, exposing his neck completely. He ducked his head into the space as Jan tried not to even breathe, and took a deep inhale against his skin.

“Beg.”

Jan’s heart stopped cold in his chest.

“I want you to beg for me not to take it yet,” he commanded. “Show me how scared you are.”

He took a deep, shaking breath, and let his eyes fall closed, silently praying that he would somehow wake up from this nightmare.

His husband yanked harshly on his hair, pulling a whimper from Jan’s throat. A few unbidden tears fell from his eyes.

“I’m not kidding.”

“Please,” he whispered before he could stop himself. “Please don’t…”

His husband hummed against his neck. “I don’t know if that’s enough, love.”

He felt a nip of teeth against the sensitive skin of his neck and his breath hitched.

Pleas and begs fell from Jan’s mouth without even trying.

“Please. Please, no I—I can’t, please don’t do this to me, I’m not ready, please I’ll do anything please no, no, no I don’t want this, please, I can’t, don’t do this to me, please—“

His husband laughed as Jan kept going.

He smiled against Jan’s neck, took another deep, languid breath, and said simply, “No.”

Jan barely had a moment before the lace of his collar was ripped away, and the teeth sank into the tender skin of his neck.

It hurt, oh god it hurt.

They didn’t tell him it would hurt this much. The only preparation they gave him was just to lay still and take it, let it happen, it’ll be easier that way.

He didn’t know if he could do anything else.

The air started to get colder and colder as he convulsed. His husband held strong. Black spots danced in his vision and the world got blurrier and blurrier, melding into shapes and colors of light and dark.

The teeth at his jugular finally let go, and Jan collapsed to the ground as the world spun around him. His eyelids felt so, so heavy. It would be so easy to just shut his eyes and fall asleep…

The dizziness tripled as his husband lifted him into the air, he fell limp in his arms, lacking the strength to hold himself up.

Jan finally let the darkness swallow his vision whole, and barely heard it when his husband spoke.

“Remember, darling. I do this because I love you.”

Then, nothing.

#vampire!bojan #absolutely fucking not putting this in the main tags nosiree

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sweetchildofrocknroll · 2 months

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i-wasnt-ready-for-this · 2 months

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𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓪 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽

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#bojan cvjetićanin #käärijä #emma gaala #sad bojere bitches support group #damon baker #I created this accidentally #Should i make a stickers sheet of it?#Also Bojan in the Damon photoshoot and Emma Gala vampire Käärijä belong together #joker out #Ruoska

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theraggedygirl11 · 2 months

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Sospeso tra finzione e realtà

SUMMARY: Bojan was turned into a vampire some years before. The band met the famous photographer Damon Baker while in London and now it's time for Bojan's photoshoot, but something unpleasant happens.

PAIRING: Bojan Cvjetićanin/Kris Guštin/Damon Baker (+kind of implied poly!jo)

WARNINGS: anxiety/panic attack, blood, sex (not too explicit), angst and more angst, hurt/comfort, death/homicide mentioned, slight torture

WORDS COUNT: 4.891

LINK: AO3

NOTES: This comes from a collective work that's going on since last July or August, I don't remember. The AUs spawned on their own, we have too many and you'll find everything under the tag #vampire!bojan and #vampire!bojan storyline. So, I'd like to thank @signoraviolettavalery who supported my nocturnal brainrot in this post here, and also @touchyourblood and @nyx-aira who added a general background in this other post.

The title comes from this Italian song, feel free to go and listen to it. Here you can read the translation into English.

This is not beta-read, we die like men here! I just took what @signoraviolettavalery and I wrote, put it together and wrote something more around it

I just hope I added every tw in the tags, if something's missing, feel free to tell me and I'll add them!

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“Bojan, are you sure you want to do this?” Kris asks while looking at the vampire. “You know you’ll be all alone with Damon, right? And that you’ll end up showing your vulnerable side?”

“Yes, Krisko. I’m fine, and I’ll be fine,” he reassures him before pecking his lips. “I fed on Jure this morning, I’m relaxed, I feel good, London is showing its sunny side and I’m ready to conquer the world!” He even giggles. He’s truly in a good mood and full of energy.

“Call any of us if anything happens, ok?” Kris looks at him, still worried.

“Yeah, sure, don’t worry,” Bojan winks at him, then quickly kisses the others before leaving their apartment to go and meet Damon at his house.

Damon and he already discussed about his photoshoot, so Bojan knows what he’s about to face. He’s truly relaxed, he didn’t lie to Kris. That part of his life is over, behind his back forever.

As soon as he arrives at Damon’s, he changes his clothes to the ones they chose for his photoshoot: tight leather trousers, a leather belt with a broken heart on it, an oversized shirt and an untied bowtie around his neck. Oh, he loves this outfit, it’s sexy and makes him look so much masculine, but at the same time he starts feeling uncomfortable, uneasiness crawling up his spine. The Bojan he sees in the mirror isn’t the Bojan he wants to show to the world. He notices a shade of red in his eyes and immediately changes them back to brown.

“Are you ready, honey?” Damon asks while getting closer to Bojan. “Oh, you look amazing, sweety. I could ride this cowboy any time! Or you could ride me,” he winks.

Bojan giggles. He’s now used to Damon flirting with him. He likes it. “We can go, I’m ready.”

The photoshoot starts. The poses that Bojan decides to do exhale aggressiveness and masculinity, and the more the photoshoot goes on, the more aggressive they become. He doesn’t want to, but his instincts tell him to do so, to assert his dominance over the person who’s taking pictures and the ones that will see them. He’s unconsciously showing the predator inside him that is violently ramping against the weak human surface, it wants to come out because it feels in danger. And what does an animal in a dangerous situation? It shows aggressiveness and attacks.

The moment Damon gets closer with his camera, something snaps inside Bojan. His entire body is petrified. His mind shows him a memory he thought he had locked up in the deepest corner of his mind. He’s again in front of her, she’s taking pictures of him right after she fed on him. He’s covered in blood, he’s crying and begging her because he’s feeling dizzy, he just wants her to lick the bitemarks to close them or he will bleed off.

But she keeps taking those pictures, she grins showing her fangs and her lips still stained with blood of the most vibrant shade of red. She’s in full control and the only thing he can do is stay there and hoping she will make him stop bleeding. Tears run down his face. He’s so scared, so powerless and hopeless. He wants that all that ends as soon as possible.

In the present Bojan’s eyes got red. He didn’t even notice, at least until Damon brings him back from the spiral he was falling into.

“W-What are-”

He can’t even finish the sentence. Bojan snaps back into reality and in a blink of an eye he attacks the photographer in front of him, pinning him down on the ground. The camera slides on the floor while he grabs the human’s wrists with his hands and blocks them above his head. He growls, showing his fangs in an intimidating way. Bojan’s on top of the photographer, his instincts full in control of his actions, he can’t even recognize Damon.

“B-Bojan...?” Damon whimpers, terrified.

The fog that invaded Bojan's mind and finally fades away and he can restraint his vampiric instincts. He stands up faster than a normal human would. He’s afraid of what he just did, he feels so ashamed for having lost his control.

“I-I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to-”

He just runs away, out of the window. He doesn’t care if someone sees him, he just needs to go away, far, far away from Damon. He looks like a scared prey chased by an unknown predator. While he tries to remember where to go to reunite with his bandmates, he looks around, overwhelmed by sounds and smells and colours and lights.

He’s panting, he’s panicking, his mind is barely functioning at this point, he’s letting his impulses rule over his actions. He doesn’t even know how, but he manages to go back to the apartment, jumping from one roof to the other.

Bojan enters the room where Nace and Kris sleep through the window. He immediately searches for Kris’s colourful sweater in his suitcase. He needs some familiar scent around him to calm himself down. His heart is beating fast in his chest, his eyes are still red. He’s still wearing the clothes he was using in the photoshoot.

When he finds the sweater, he puts it immediately on and lets Kris’s smell surround him. He takes deep breaths and closes his eyes. He tries to block everything else out. He sits on the ground, right next to the bed. His knees are against his chest and his arms embrace them. He’s trying so hard to look smaller.

You are safe, Bojan. You are safe. Damon is alive, you didn’t kill him. You are safe. He keeps repeating these sentences in his mind, trying to regain control over his body, now dominated by fear and panic. He is shaking too.

After some minutes someone enters. He’s too focused on Kris’s scent to identify who that person is.

“Bojan?” This voice is worried.

Soon after a hand is laying on his shoulder. Bojan winces and raises his head suddenly. It’s Nace.

“What happened?”

Bojan doesn’t answer, he just hugs Nace and hides his face against his chest.

“I-I couldn’t do it. I-I showed myself. He knows-”

“Hush, hush,” Nace gently caresses his hair after hugging him back. “It’s ok,” he whispers. “Breathe. You are safe here, no one’s going to hurt you here.”

It takes Bojan at least fifteen minutes to calm down. He slipped, he thought he could be strong enough to face that photoshoot, but something clearly snapped in him and made him reveal himself. And he’s so ashamed of it.

“Let’s go to the others,” Nace suggests when he sees that Bojan is a little bit more relaxed. His eyes are now brown and he stopped shaking.

They go down the stairs together, holding hands. He can hear the others talking in that small living room, but their voices stop when they see Nace with Bojan, with Kris’s sweater and not his own clothes on. They know that something’s wrong. And Bojan confirms their suspects.

“He knows.”

Two simple words, but they all understand.

“Oh, Bojč,” Kris sighs, then stands up and hugs the vampire.

“I-I thought I was over her, b-but-”

“It doesn’t matter,” Kris replies, interrupting him. “We’ll talk to Damon and we’ll find a solution. But now you are more important. Come here and sit with us.”

That evening the band take care of Bojan. They cuddle with him, they prepare his favourite human food, they make him feel comfortable, safe and loved. And in the end he falls asleep on Jure’s shoulder, exhausted by the intense emotions he felt that day.

Nace takes him in his and Kris’s room so they can sleep with him in the middle. It is a “standard procedure” when Bojan happens to have a bad day. Having familiar scents around him helps him to relax and feel safe.

The next day Kris wakes up before anyone else because he needs to drink some water. He goes downstairs, but his attention is caught by his phone buzzing. He takes it. It’s a message from Damon.

Damon: Hey Kris. Yesterday happened something uncomfortable during Bojan’s photoshoot. I’m really sorry.

Damon is still online and is trying to write something else, but he keeps stopping. Kris decides to reply.

Kris: We know he’s a vampire. He told us what happened yesterday.

Damon: I guessed you should know, you are so intimate with one another

Damon: Is he ok?

Kris: More or less, he managed to sleep at least

Damon: Do you think Bojan would like to meet me again?

Damon: I just want to talk with him

A couple of days later, a bit reluctantly, Bojan is again at Damon’s house. He drank blood before going, just to be able to control himself better. In a bag he has the clothes he wore the other day.

Damon lets him in and welcomes him with a smile.

Bojan knows Damon is afraid of him, he can smell his fear in the air and feel it in his heart beating faster than the usual. He harnesses his predator’s instincts with all the strength he has. He doesn’t want to be intimidating.

They sit, Damon on an armchair, Bojan on the couch. They are far from each other. There’s silence between them, both are nervous. But Damon talks first.

"Look, I'm still a little scared. I mean, who wouldn't be? It's human instinct, right? You'd think there was something wrong if I wasn't scared." And Bojan, who remembers what it feels like to be preyed on, nods.

"But I've also gotten to know you. I've gotten to see you. I think you're a good person. And I think you're just as scared of what you are. Maybe even more."

Bojan nods again. "This thing...it's like this monster inside me that I have to control. A demon."

"I know a little something about having a demon inside me," Damon says and Bojan's eyes widen. Oh. "But you find ways to control it, right? To cope. A support network, friends who keep you from falling."

Bojan nods again. "Kad neman tebe, sa mnom su moji demoni," he says. "It's from our song. 'when you're not with me, my demons are with me.' My friends are there for me, and they keep the demons away."

Silence falls again between them. Well, at least for Damon. Bojan’s ears are dominated by the constant beating of Damon’s heart, the blood pumping in his vessels that sings to him, calls him.

Damon breaks again the silence and asks one basic question. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Bojan sits straight, his body stiffens. Damon is curious, but his vampire instincts allow him to recognize the stance of a prey that's trying to not look nervous or scared.

Should he talk? Should he tell him how he got turned? Should he explain to Damon why he snapped during the photoshoot? Should he really allow himself to be this vulnerable with a guy he barely knows?

But Damon, poor little scared human Damon, seeing that Bojan doesn't talk, asks him another question, trying a new way to communicate with him.

"How should I approach you? Like, are there movements or stuff I should avoid doing to make you feel more comfortable? Or words, I don't know. I don’t want to trigger any negative reaction in you."

Bojan then starts talking, even if he's hesitant. He explains that his senses are much sharper than a human’s, so he's bothered by strong noises, intense lights, very rich smells, but for a brief period of time he can resist.

"How do I smell like?"

"I beg your pardon?" Bojan is really confused. Why that question?

"How do I smell like? How's my scent?"

Bojan closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, focusing on Damon. The scent of fear is slowly disappearing. "It's sweet. Comfortable. It makes me feel safe, in some way," and it’s tempting, but he keeps these words for himself.

And there Damon smiles widely. "That's perfect, because I have something for you to wear, honey." He gets up and takes this stripped and fluffy black and white piece of clothing from a bag next to the armchair. "This is my favourite sweater. It makes me feel safe and I'd like you to wear it," and stands up, gets closer and hands him the sweater, which of course is soaked in Damon's scent.

Bojan's brain stops working because, well, he didn't expect this reaction. Damon, still afraid of him, is asking him to wear a piece of clothing that makes him feel safe. Some sort of peace offering.

I want you to feel safe with me, even though I’m still scared. This is how Bojan reads this gesture. His hearts almost melts.

He grabs the sweater and smells it, inhaling his scent and shivering. He quickly takes off his jacket and shirt, then wears the sweater. It’s warm and fluffly and soft. He’s immediately enwrapped by Damon’s scent.

“It suits you,” Damon says, giggling.

“It’s a nice sweater,” Bojan replies, nodding and hinting a shy smile.

The vampire is really feeling safe with it on. He wasn’t afraid of Damon per se, he’s not dangerous, it was the photoshoot that made him feel too vulnerable and made resurface bad memories.

Damon, seeing that Bojan is lulled by the comfort of his sweater, tentatively suggests "if you're comfortable with it...I'd like to photograph that side of you, too. Not for the public, of course. Just...for us. Photography is how I get to know someone, and that's a part of you too."

"I don't want to scare you," Bojan admits.

"I'm already scared. But that doesn't matter. I want to know you, all of you."

Their eyes meet, prey and predator, human and vampire, two creatures completely different but similar at the same time. And Bojan feels some kind of connection with Damon, something he haven’t felt since the first time he saw his bandmates after the transformation.

In the end Bojan agrees to this, tentatively. But he wants Kris to be there with him, just in case. Kris knows exactly how to calm him down. He will know what to do or say if he loses control.

“You won’t need me, you're not going to lose control," Kris says while looking at the vampire. "Even if he does smell extra tasty."

"How do you know that?" Bojan asks.

"I know you," Kris replies. "I know that when you inhale his scent, you want."

Bojan diverts his look and starts fidgeting with the hem of his sweater. Well, with Jan’s sweater. Having his bandmates clothes on helps him relax and push back his anxiety, so it’s easy seeing him with clothes owned by the others.

A couple of days later Bojan it’s time for him to show that side of himself to Damon. Kris is with them, just to reassure both human and vampire.

Damon's obviously still scared, Bojan can smell it. But he doesn't run away when Bojan changes his appearance in front of him, sharp claws and fangs, eyes of the purest and the most intense red ever seen.

Damon admires this version of Bojan, stunned by his beauty. He looks Bojan in the eyes, and gets close, and takes those photos. Beautiful photos that capture not just the 'monster' inside him, but also the fear, the uncertainty, the angst Bojan is consumed by. How he doesn't want to be the monster. His red eyes on display and a look of sheer terror on his face...which is quite a photo, because predators don't usually look terrified. That's reserved for preys.

Kris observes silently and not so far away from them. He’s worried more for Bojan than for Damon. He knows how much this photoshoot is testing Bojan’s self-control on his vampiric side and memories.

And that’s why after the shooting Bojan needs time to decompress, to relax and make his human side come back to the surface. Kris, who was there the whole time, helps him, with tender words whispered to reassure him, caresses and kisses.

Damon observes them, silently. Bojan is a predator, he could kill both of them and they could do nothing about it because he's faster, stronger, he’s built to hunt and murder his preys, to feed on them, just like a lion or a tiger. Now he’s so vulnerable, so human.

But that scene is so intimate, so caring, Damon almost feels he's third wheeling. Kris trusts Bojan with his life because he’s keeping the vampire’s mouth so close to his neck, he’s letting him inhale his familiar scent while running a hand though his soft hair.

Damon decides to ask another question, because in the end he's curious to know about Bojan and his kind. He saw vampires portrayed on the screen, many variants, but he's different. He's a real vampire.

"May I ask one thing? You don't need to answer, if you don't want to."

Bojan looks at him, fangs no more visible but eyes still a little bit red-ish.

"Yeah, sure."

"What's the most intimate act your kind can perform with a human? Like, how can a human show to a vampire that they fully trust them?"

"Feeding," Bojan answers after a short silence. "Feeding directly from the neck or the wrist or any other body part. Giving freely the permission to take something as vital and as important as your blood."

"So do you...feed on your friends?"

Damon's starting to put two and two together. The way Jan had wanted a turtleneck on during his photoshoot. The way Jure had put his photoshoot off for days claiming to be "sick." Were they covering for the bite marks, then?

Bojan gets a slightly panicked look on his face, and it's Kris who answers.

"Yes. With our consent," he reaches for Bojan's hand, squeezes it. "We trust him, and we know he'd never hurt us."

Bojan gives him a shy smile, thanking him for baking him up.

And Damon thinks about that. How intimate they all are with each other. How clearly trusting the other boys are around him. He's been around them all, seen how they cuddle, how close they get to him, how none of them is scared. Remembers Bojan resting his head on their shoulders, or face-planting into their chest, realizing he must have been smelling them, hearing the blood pulse beneath their skin. And they hadn't skipped a beat, hadn't been scared for a single second. He's never seen them too-pale, ashen-faced, too drained of blood and energy to function. Clearly Bojan is careful, never takes too much, and they trust him.

And he realizes he trusts him too.

"Would you like to feed on me?" He asks.

Bojan is obviously hesitant, his entire body stiffened, but Damon immediately adds "it's how a human shows trust, right? Letting you feed. I'd like to do that."

"I - " Bojan is hesitant because he wants. He wants so much. He hadn't been lying, Damon smells so good. He's so drawn to him. He's thought more than once about that beautiful pale neck, about sinking his teeth into it. He’s salivating, savouring Damon’s taste just by smelling him from afar.

"Kris should be there," he says finally. "Just in case. He knows what to do if I - if I lose control."

"Are you likely to lose control?" Damon asks.

"No," Kris says before Bojan can even open his mouth. "He's never lost control, not since I've known him."

He can hear Damon's heart beating, so, so fast. He's nervous. But that heartbeat also calls to him, all that blood beneath the pale skin. He wants. He wants so much. He craves it.

Bojan can feel his eyes changing colour and his fangs becoming sharper. He's struggling to control himself, but he manages to not jump on him right away. Damon’s sweater on him isn’t helping much his self-control. He focuses on Kris heartbeat, slower and more familiar, to keep him grounded.

"It's better if you sit down on the couch. The first time can be overwhelming for both," he suggests.

So Damon and he take place on the couch, Kris follows them, sitting behind Damon. He holds him, a comforting, warm, human touch.

"Do you want to know what you'll feel?" Bojan asks, looking the photographer in the eyes.

One side of Damon wants to know it, so he can at least be prepared, but the other one doesn't. No, he wants to dive into those feelings, experience them without any anticipation. He then shakes his head.

"Where do you want to bite?" he asks then.

Bojan's eyes, now as red as blood, lower and stop on his neck, so pale and so alluring. He feels like a moth attracted by the light of a lantern in the middle of a night without moon, so captivating but so dangerous at the same time.

Kris notices Bojan’s look, where it’s laying, so he puts his hand in Damon's hair, tilting his head back for Bojan, an offering. His gesture is forceful but gentle at the same time.

Bojan leans forward, closes his eyes and kisses Damon’s neck before sinking his fangs in his skin and then deep in his flesh. When the first drops of blood touch his tongue, he moans intensively. Damon's blood is so delicious, much more than what he expected.

Without even realising Bojan straddles Damon's laps and pushes him until he's completely laying on Kris, the vampire on top of him. It feels like ecstasy. Bojan is so used to feeding on his friends that he forgot the pleasure of unknown blood running down his throat. The bond creating between the vampire and the human. The pure sense of trust of letting a creature like him taking away something so important. Damon's blood is singing to him and he could write both melody and lyrics based on what he's feeling in that moment.

He’s too lost in it. He's drinking and drinking and it's addicting. Until Damon starts getting dizzy, eyes feeling closed, and it's Kris who warns him.

"Bojči." Then, more firmly. "Bojan."

And Bojan pulls away reluctantly, dazed, eyes a little glassy, panting with his mouth open and dirty with blood, that's also running down from his lips, dripping on Damon’s white t-shirt.

"Fuck," he breathes. "Damon."

Damon, half-dazed himself, looks up at Bojan, and he sees the fangs and the red eyes but all he can think is how beautiful Bojan looks. His perfect profile, those beautiful features, like something out of a novel, and the blood and the shadows just heighten it. He reaches a weak hand up, traces his cheek, murmurs a feeble "you're beautiful."

Bojan leans forward then, licking the last drops from the wound, licking it closed, but then staying there, breathing in Damon's scent, placing a kiss where the wound had been. And when he moves away, so that he can look at Damon again, Damon's hand has found its way into his hair.

And he doesn't know who moves first, but suddenly they're kissing. They're kissing and Damon is moaning and Kris is there, holding Damon, his hands find their way under Damon's t-shirt, tweaking a nipple, which makes Damon gasp into Bojan's mouth.

Bojan breaks the kiss so reluctantly, resting his forehead against Damon's, murmuring "fuck" a second time. He wants, he wants everything.

Vampires can give different types of bites. The ones given when the vampire wants only to feed are violent and brutal, but the ones given when a human offers his blood and shows his trust...well, those ones are truly intense and can cause great pleasure, both in the vampire and the human.

Bojan notoriously has great self-control, but Damon is really testing his limits. He is scared but at the same time he wants to give in to his instincts, to the taste of pleasure he got from possessing Damon in that way. He wants to possess him totally, in every aspect.

"Kris, I want more," he reverts to Slovenian, his mind is clouded and thinking in English is really hard. His voice sounds more like a growl. He raises his head to look Kris in the eyes.

And Kris recognises the longing in Bojan's red eyes, the desire, the craving. He experienced on his own skin and body the frenzy that blood can cause on a vampire and on the human they feed on.

Damon in the meantime starts kissing Bojan's neck. He wants him too, that bite made him feel all sorts of things, from deep pain to intense pleasure. He expected it to hurt, not to be aroused by it.

Kris wants them too. Maybe it's a sick kink but observing Bojan feeding and moaning because of the blood always awakes something in him.

Kris then kisses Bojan, his lips still dirty with blood, basically giving him the permission to continue what he was doing with Damon.

Bojan grabs Damon’s face with a hand, gently diverting it from his neck, so he can kiss him on the lips deeply. His fangs touch slightly Damon’s lips, making him shudder intensively.

They undress him, soon after their clothes end up on the floor too. Bojan kisses Damon all over his body, tasting his excitement and making him whimper. In those brief moments of clarity, Damon can see that Bojan and Kris are used to do this together, so he completely hands over the control to them.

Oh, the sex with a vampire is even better than drugs. Bojan knows perfectly where and how to touch Damon to make him whimper and moan. He bites him in specific points on his body, liking the wounds right after to not make him bleed out.

Kris joins barely, just to kiss Damon sometimes or to make Bojan tone down what he’s doing, to not make him completely give in to his instincts and do something he will regret.

They all reach their climax at the same time, Kris almost untouched, the view of Bojan carnally possessing Damon was enough for him. They all collapse on the couch, panting and shaking because of the pleasure they just experienced. Damon’s body is covered in bitemarks. Bojan is on top of them, his head is on Damon’s chest, eyes closed.

Kris starts running a hand through Bojan’s hair and plays with some of his strands. That simple gesture can make him calm down and relax after some intense emotions. Damon imitates Kris, still a bit hesitant. And Bojan begins purring, just like a cat.

“Is-is he purring?” Damon asks, surprised.

“Yes,” Kris giggles. “He loves when you touch his hair.”

They keep cuddling Bojan as he slowly gets back from the high of the intercourse.

“It was a photographer who turned me,” he suddenly talks. He decided to explain to Damon why he reacted in that way during their first photoshoot. “She approached me when I was barely 20. She bewitched me, oh-she was stunning, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“A photographer?” Damon asks.

“Yes,” Bojan raises his head to look him in the eyes. He grabs one of his hands and intertwines their fingers. “She thought that I was the perfect muse for her work. She kept taking pictures of me for a couple of years, she fed on me, then turned me against my will, just because she wanted that my beauty lasted forever. Even turned I was helpless, I couldn’t escape, she had full control over me.”

Damon gently caresses Bojan’s cheek, trying to comfort him. He can see the distress he’s feeling while telling him about his past.

“You don’t have to tell me-”

“I want to,” he interrupts him. “You trusted me, you showed it to me, and this is me showing you I trust you. The only people that know my story are my bandmates.”

Damon nods slowly in response. Bojan is showing his other vulnerable side, the moment he lost his humanity to become a demon of the night, a monster that feeds on people to survive. Bojan then keeps telling him his story: how important he felt when he was with her, how he liked her attentions, how she basically tricked him into letting her feed on him and then turn him into this monster, how she dragged Kris into the picture and how they eventually escaped from her.

"I killed her."

“You...killed her?”

Bojan nods. “She was seriously threatening Kris. He is part of my nest, and no one can hurt him. So I snapped, she couldn’t control me anymore and I killed her. I don’t regret what I did, she deserved it.”

Silence falls once again among them. Damon is clearly trying to process that piece of information.

“Vampires are protective of their nest. They are social creatures, just like us humans, and they will do everything to protect the people they care about,” Kris explains.

“Am...am I part of this nest, now?”

Bojan nods. “Yes. I know that we can't be always together, but I’ll make sure no one touches you,” he kisses Damon on the lips. “You accepted me for who and what I am. You are important to me.”

#sospeso tra finzione e realtà #joker out fanfic #joker out #bojan cvjetićanin #kris guštin #annies writes #my writing #<- kind of lmao #vampire!bojan

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