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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Blood_Lad
  Relationship:
      Staz_Charlie_Blood/Yanagi_Fuyumi
  Character:
      Staz_Charlie_Blood, Yanagi_Fuyumi, Dek_(Blood_Lad)
  Additional Tags:
      Possessive!Staz, Human!Fuyumi, Smut, Loss_of_Virginity, Blood_Drinking,
      Blood_Sharing, Obsessive_Behavior
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-03 Words: 4112
****** !Wavering Control! ******
by ThomE_Gemcity_06
Summary
     When Staz gets his hands on a very special thing for his Collection,
     he isn't ever going to let her go.
Notes
     Characters [main and mentioned]: (vamp/Possessive! )Staz/
     (human)Fuyumi, & Dek, Wolf.
     Contains: blood lust, blood violence. Graphic sex scene m/f. Minor
     swearing, minor mentions of violence.
     Lines taken from volume 1, chapter 1, altered scene.
See the end of the work for more notes
                                  #BLOODLAD~
                                  #BLOODLAD~
For years, Staz's days in the Lower Demon World never differed much one from
the next. He'd play Video Games, read Manga, eat at The Third-Eye Café, play
more Video Games, watch Anime, battle weak and stupid demons that were really
stupid 'cause they really thought that were stronger than him — a vampire —
Third-Eye Café again, back to his apartments and to his Manga and Anime and
Video Games, then his magazines with half-nude and full-nude human girls, and a
manor of other things from his many Collection Rooms, and then he'd
occasionally meet up with Wolf and they’d duke it out for old-time's sake just
to stir things up — rinse and repeat.
He wasn't a traditional vampire. Though he was descended from theDracula, who,
in his day would pose as a European nobleman in the Human World and lure dumb
bimbos into dark alleys and — suck their blood.
Staz felt a little shiver go through him at the stray thought. It was his true
dream in life, the only one that he had — other than obtaining all the Japanese
paraphernalia he could into the Lower Demon World — was to taste human blood.
Ever since he ran away and dropped into the Lower from Demon World Acropolis
(where the 'noble' demons lived in hell), and found out all the awesome things
about the Human World and more specifically Japan, it's all his body craved. Of
course, unlike the vampire tales told in the World of Men, vampires didn't need
to consume blood in order to survive, like any demon in hell, his body fed off
the magical essence that was infused into the air. But he craved it anyway. He
didn't know if it would taste all the good — demon blood didn't after all — but
maybe human blood did — he didn't even know if it was like in the Manga he read
— but he wanted it anyways. It had been years, but he wasn't going to change
his mind, he wasn't going to give up on his dream.
Not much motivated him, but this did — he would die before he gave up his chase
for a taste of human blood. Long ago, he would have gone to the Human World
himself if he could — but other than the trouble that there was no magic
essence in the air over there, he also had no way of getting there himself.
He had tried several times to get the demons in the Black Market where he got
his enforcer Dek to find most of the paraphernalia that he had, to smuggle him
over, but it just wasn't happening.
He sighed heavily and wandered to his window, gazing out at hell without really
seeing it — thinking on better things.
A he looked out the window in an open-mouthed daze, his cell buzzed in his
pocket and he automatically flipped it open and pressed it to his ear.
"Staz." He muttered.
"Hey, boss. I thought you were still in bed." The deep voice over the phone
spoke.
"What? Dek? Did you get that DVD and action figure that I told you about?" Staz
wondered, something new in his collection was just the distraction he needed.
"Um... Not yet..."Dek said awkwardly. "It'll take some time. No. We've got our
hands on something else... something interesting."
Even as he felt disappointment, maybe this something-interesting could take his
mind off that, too. He waited for Dek to continue.
"Hold on to your hat!" He said excitedly. "A humangirl!"
"What!?!" Staz exclaimed. There was no way that he heard that right.
"It looked like she lost her way and somehow ended up here. We didn't really
know how to deal with this... so we decided to report to you, boss."
Staz was left gasping for a long moment, excitement and disbelief ripping
through his body.
"Boss?" Dek asked over his heavy breathing. "To put it bluntly, this is not the
World of Men... So we should just follow the rules of hell, right?" He laughed
excitedly himself. "According to the rules of the turf, any outsider who dare
to trespass into our land, are at our mercy! Boss, you still there?" He asked.
A human... girl — A human... in hell — A Human! He couldn't believe it, but Dek
knew Staz would not just kick his ass bloody, but would kill him too if he
pulled a shit prank like this — so it had to be…
"Bring her here immediately..." Staz said intensely. "That's an order from the
ruler of this territory!" He snapped the cell shut.
His hand was shaking so much that he couldn't even hold onto it, and it dropped
to the floor with a thump.
His heart beat hard in his chest, he could feel it in his throat as he
swallowed. Just the thought of that human girl that Dek was talking about made
him sweat. Was this it?
He ran around his apartment, picking up random things and setting them either
back in the same place or another that didn't make any sense.
Desperate to be welcoming, he grabbed a pair of comical sunglasses off the
corner table and put them on, hoping to seem warm and friendly.
If what Dek said was true, a few more minutes from now, and he was going to
have a human in his apartment. He looked around studio layout of the apartment,
through the pink-tint of his heart-shaped sunglass, his hands planted on his
hips — something was off.
The state of his apartment had always been to his standard, comfortable, lived-
in — by now he was wondering if it was up to the human girl's liking. He looked
around, and it seemed alright to him, but what if... Staz gave his head a rapid
shake — what did it matter what the girl thought? He was just going to drink
her blood, and that was all.
The banging at the door made him jump, and he jerked around.
"Boss!" Dek called, banging the door open. "We're here, Boss!"
"Wait a sec! I'm not — !" Staz sucked in a breath and stumbled back a few
steps. He could smell her — actually smell her! His brain buzzed at he stared
at her. She looked back at him fearfully, small, bound and gagged, held against
Dek's side.
"Boss?" Dek wondered. "What are you doing?"
Dek's voice started him like a slap.
"Great job, Dek. Now get the hell out of the way!" He started to shove the big
demon back out the door.
"What?" Dek stumbled back. Though Staz was hardly even half his size, he was
twenty-times as stronger.
"Get out already! And don't let anyone in!" Staz shouted, jerking the dark-
haired girl into the apartment and slamming the door in Dek's face.
He pressed his back against the door, breathing heavily and staring down at the
human girl, still tied-up and collapsed onto his floor. He made himself breathe
through his mouth, thinking it might help with her smell, but now he was sure
he was starting to taste her in the air, too, if that was even possible.
Slowly, he stepped from the door and towards her, his hands raised in what he
hoped was none-threatening. She gave a quiet whimper as he grasped either of
her arms and pulled her up, before pushing her on the closest piece of
furniture — his bed.
"Let's get these off you, then." He muttered quietly, easily releasing her from
the rope and gag that Dek tied her up with. He shivered at the heat flowing
beneath her skin — her blood. He gave his head a brief shake. Now that he
actually had her here, he thought of something that he could use her for —
other then to drain her dry of all her blood in one go.
"T-thanks." She stammered awkwardly, rubbing her wrists and glancing at him
nervously as he stared at her unblinking. "W-what are you going to do to me?"
"Huh...?" he forced himself to blink as he sat down heavily next to her. "Are
you from Japan?" he mumbled, a bit dazed; she had big purple-blue coloured eyes
like he’d never seen before.
"Mm-hmm," she nodded, clearly unsure what that had to do with her predicament.
His face lit up with excitement — it was a good thing he didn't drink her dry
just yet after all. This couldn't have been better. He finally had someone from
the Human World… all the things he needed to know, all the sequels he didn't
know about — ! He dived right in, hardly stopping a breath to let her form
proper answers.
He inhaled sharply really for another bout of questioned about all his
favourite Manga and Anime — "Enough!" she cried out suddenly, very flustered.
He was startled into silence, looking at her open-mouthed as she jumped to her
feet in front of him.
"What do you w-want with me?"
"Well... your blood, obviously," he told her, shrugging casually like it was
the normal thing to say (and maybe for him it was). "I am a vampire, you know."
She paled at his answer. "A— A vampire?!"
He nodded. "Yeah... So I wanted your blood, but then you said you were from
Japan — and I love that place — even though I've never been there — I wish that
I could (sigh) — anyway, I'm a big collector of everything from there and
so..."
Her backing away towards the door started out slow, but as he trailed off, she
spun on her heel and tried to flee, only ending up tripping over a piece of
trash and falling painfully onto the floor.
He looked down at her in a heap, not bothering to even get up. "My guys are out
there—" he stopped suddenly, having forgotten to breath through his mouth —
something mouth watering suddenly caught his notice.
The girl turned over with a soft whimper and sat up, revealing a bloody knee.
Staz's red gaze zoomed in on the scrape like a laser. "You're hurt," he
muttered.
She looked at it, poking around the edges of the small wound with the tips of
her fingers. "It's just a scrape."
Staz was entranced as a bead of ruby welled up and started a slow, halting
journey down her bent knee. Blood rushed in his ears — but it wasn't his own. A
heart pumped fast — but it wasn't his. Unconsciously, he found himself sliding
off the bed, and slowly started to crawl towards her, a bit dazed.
She watched him, wide-eyed and frozen as he reached her.
He pressed his face close to her knee, inhaling sharply, his eyelids
fluttering, his mouth watering. His lips parted in a breath and he stuck his
tongue out, and drew it slowly across the scrape, collecting any beads of blood
there.
She let out an exclamation. "What-what— what are you doing?!"
But he didn't answer. He shuddered a bit as he could feel his tongue tingling
and exploding after tasting just a drop of her blood. His pink tongue grazed
across his pointed teeth and lips, his eyes cracked open, looking up at her. He
needed to taste more — he needed to have it fill his mouth and melt down his
throat.
"More," he moaned, "I have to have more..."
"Wha—?" her purple-blue eyes widened.
Her drew his tongue across her scrape again, collecting the remaining morsels
of blood there before it clotted. "You taste soo good," he moaned and her
cheeks turned rosy.
"Y-you're a v-vampire." She swallowed, remembering.
He nodded dully. He pushed towards her more, his cheek brushing the inside of
her knee. He turned his head slightly, and his lips ghosted across the inside
of her thigh as she sucked in a breath. He inhaled deeply, scenting the blood
that flowed continuously beneath just a few layers of skin, smelling her. His
cheek finally brushed against the edge of her short, pleated skirt and he
finally stopped his progress.
Her heart was hammering in her chest as she felt his teeth lightly graze
against the soft skin. She let out a small cry as she felt his sharp teeth
pierce the sensitive flesh. She felt it burn, and then he started to suck, and
the pain faded away.
She found herself leaning back on her elbows, then dropping back onto the floor
completely. Moored by the sensual sucking motion against her skin. Staz
caressed the outside of her thigh with one hand as he sucked. His body was
vibrating with her blood, rushing hot in his veins, rushing to fill every
corner of his body. His cock was growing hard in his jeans as he lay on his
side between her open legs. His other hand trailed the flesh, under her skirt,
tracing the crease in her thigh. She shuddered at his touches.
He stopped sucking and instead let the blood flow sluggishly into his mouth
until slowly, eventually, it stopped. Finally, he released her flesh, his
tongue tracing along his puncture marks. They stopped bleeding and the blood
congealed, sealing the wounds, but not healing them out of existence.
He didn't stop because he was done — he was far from finished…
He slowly pushed himself to his knees between her legs and looked down on her,
her eyes hooded. He reached for her, his palms brushing her curves under the
high school uniform that she was wearing. He grasped the material and tore open
her buttoned blouse. She yelped and thrust forward in shock, up onto her elbows
again, but he let her go no further. Hands on her shoulders, he pushed her back
down after ripping her torn shirt off, and her bra.
She made to cross her arms, but he took hold of her wrists gently in his firm
grasp. Her breasts were plump and firm, almost milky-pale, her rosebud nipples
already firm and staring at him.
"What's your name, anyway?" he asked, his sharp, red-irised eyes penetrating
her under her layers of exposed skin.
"F-Fuyumi." She squeaked, her cheeks flushing under his attention.
"Fuyumi," he whispered, trying it on for size. "I'm Staz."
"S-Staz!" she gasped as he released her wrists and he took care of her skirt
and white panties, now leaving her truly exposed. It was like his gaze
physically delved inside of her and she felt the heat between her legs.
Not taking his gaze away, he said — "You're mine now, Fuyumi." — as he pulled
his tee shirt over his head, exposing his hairless chest and slim waist — "Do
you understand that?" — he unhitched his belt and pulled off his jeans, baring
for her his already hard cock — "Tell me," he murmured.
"Y— Yes." She told him softly, unable to tear her purple-blue, hooded gaze away
— "I’m y-yours." — No one had stared at her like that before — with such lust
and hunger — and it left her wanting. "Staz... please..."
He smirked down at her. Taking her blood was just the first step — when he was
through, he would have her blood, her body, her soul. Fuyumi would be his
completely.
He took her slightly trembling fingers and wrapped them around his stiff
member, panting as he pumped her palm. Even after he released her, she pumped
him like she was shaking a spray can. He gripped her bent knees on either side
of him for balance, gritting his teeth as his thrust forward. If he was in fact
human like her, he already would have cum, but he was a vampire and he held
off, just barely — but if she continued on like this, he would splatter her
stomach and chest and he just wasn't ready for that.
With a growl, he startled her as she watched his expression contort, and tore
her hand from his weeping cock. He bowed over her, his cock head brushing her
belly button so that he gasped a bit. He took both her wrists in one hand and
pinned them above her.
He pressed his forehead against hers, his blood-red irises staring straight in
her purple-blue intensely — "What's your rush?"
"I-I — ah,"
He squeezed her breast with his free hand, almost roughly in his palm, feeling
her breath puff against his cheek, his face only inches from hers as he flexed
his fingers and hand around the flesh. The pads of his thumbs were calloused
from all the Video Games he played, and she shuddered as their roughness grazed
across her already sensitive nubs.
His thin lips claimed her plump ones, forcing her lips apart with his tongue.
He delved into her mouth, ravaging it, leaving her panting and writhing lightly
beneath him. His cock head forced deeper into her navel, he grunted into her
mouth, claiming it. He nipped at her lip as he finally pulled back slightly,
leaving her thoroughly flushed.
He finally released her wrists as he started to claim his way slowly down every
inch of her pale flesh with kisses and grazes of his fangs. Her fingers tangled
themselves in his short spiky hair as his tongue dipped into her abandoned
belly button, licking up the pre-cum he'd left behind, tasting both him and her
on his tongue.
His palm brushed up from her ankle, along her calf, and over the clotted fang
marks on the inside of her right thigh, making her whimper, and then gasp as
his digits probed into the moist heat between her legs.
He thrust his middle finger through her folds and into her tight hole suddenly,
firmly. She cried out, wordless, her back arching at the sudden flare of pain,
tense beneath him. He watched her closely as he proceeded to wiggle his digit
inside of her. She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging uselessly into the
flesh. He felt her become looser beneath his hand, and he slipped a second
finger inside of her, jabbing them into her faster and faster, until a moan
clawed its way up her supple throat and passed her lips. He pressed his nose to
her pulse point, feeling the fast thrum of her heart, and the rush of her
blood, his aching cock pressed against the crease in her thigh.
When her hips started to bear down on his fingers, pressing them deep inside
her walls, he removed them. He smiled at her mewl of protest at the loss. He
leaned his face back, and looked at his fingers that had just been inside of
her. The were covered in a layer of her juices and her first blood — her
cherry-blood.
His tongue snaked out from between his pointed teeth and lips, and encircled
his fingers, moaning low in his throat. Her mixed flavour, both of her and her
blood made his eyes close abstractly as he got pleasure from her taste.
"Staaz," she grumbled in complaint — she was so filled with wanting,
practically vibrating with it, and he was right there — sucking on his fingers
— and not paying a lick to her.
His eyes flickered open briefly, but that was it. Past impatient, she reached
between them boldly and grasped his stiff cock pressed against her thigh,
roughly. He let out a chocked cry, both in surprise and at the jolt that went
to his balls.
He looked at her in a seeming new light, grinning open-mouthed — "You're mine
and you don't even need to be told how much you want me." — he shifted so that
he was over her, lining up his cock as he grasped her breast with his palm in a
caress — "I can see it in your eyes, your own hunger reflected there.
Simpering," — the weeping head of his cock grazed her open entrance and she
whimpered in her wanting as he opened his mouth.
He bucked his hips, stabbing into her, as he bit round her nipple. She cried
out, her back arching — pleasure edged with a brief flare of pain that smoothed
into more pleasure. Teeth pierced the soft flesh and blood flooded his mouth,
fuelling his thrusts as his tongue swirled around her nipple.
She threw her head back against the floor, her fingers tangling into his dark
locks — moaning. Arching into him, she wanted him to take more of her blood,
all of it, never stop. Her uninjured leg wrapping around his narrow hip,
pulling him deeper inside of her with every thrust of his hips.
Heat burned through him, her blood flooding her body, sending his dormant cells
into a frenzy.
His other hand reached up, her skin like silk under his rough finger tips. They
wrapped gently around her stretched neck — he could feel rapid beat of her
heart under his finger tips as he squeezed tenderly, the pad of his thumb
brushing against the curve from neck to chin, feeling her gulp.
She retracted a hand from his hair, grasping his one around her neck, pulling
it up to her face. She nuzzled his palm, grazing the tips of his fingers with
her soft lips. She kissed the base of his thumb, her tongue running wet over
the flesh — and then she clamped her teeth onto the flesh. She could feel
herself inside of him, floating, soaring, and she wanted him inside of her,
too, flying right next to her. His blood trickled through her teeth, leaked
along her tongue, popping, and down her throat, through the rest of her
buzzing, hot body.
His breath juddered through his body — her blood flowed into him; he claimed
her blood — his cock aching inside her muscled tunnel, his thrusts turning
jerky; soon he would have her body, claiming it with his essence — his blood
flowed into her, flooding her core; he had claim of her soul.
Their blood drew them together. He drummed into her, his strokes growing ever
heavy and short. He released her breast finally, as she continued to hungrily
drink from his palm, her gasps and moaning interceding on her swallows,
allowing a few drops to gleam at the corner of her mouth, her eyes nearly
rolled back as colour flashed behind her partially closed lids.
His breath was as short and sharp as her own as he tore his hand from her
mouth, and just as she gasped in a gulp of breath, he claimed her bloody lips
with his own. He kissed her hungrily, and she back just as much. Their tongues
twisted and tangled hotly, messily as they tasted each other and themselves.
His teethed scraped against her as he ploughed into her deep (as far as he
could physically get without ripping her in half), shoving her off the floor as
the tightly wound spring in his belly snapped, jumping from him into her — and
as his cum exploded inside of her, she gave his hair a harsh yank, shrieked out
his name bursting up into him with an unexpected amount of force. He was thrown
backwards onto his back with a grunt, and she came along with him — impaling
herself deeper onto his cock, crying out again and again as she rode him to
high hell.
He was shuddering and shaking beneath her, barely able to hold onto him, hold
on to her — at the crashing, rolling, waves that bashed themselves through him
and in and out of his bursting cock squeezed tightly inside of her by her
pulsing walls.
Until, finally — all the bones seemed to suddenly vanish from her body and she
collapsed down onto his sweaty chest, her breath gasping against the hollow in
his neck, mewling as pleasure continued to shudder her body. He could feel it,
every time, zap through him like a charge. He wrapped his arms around her. He'd
finally stopped filling her up with his cum, but jolts and shocks still went
through his balls and soft cock.
Staz now knew why he'd waited all these years for a human, why he'd been overly
obsessed. He was a dazed, unmotivated, ill-mannered, loudmouth vampire, but his
fixation on the Japanese and Human World was the least stupid thing he'd done.
He collection now had the biggest prize yet — a human. There was no way he was
ever going to give her back, not that the thought had even strayed across him
once since Dek told him the news. He was dumb to think that he'd just drain
Fuyumi in one go, when he could have this whenever he liked.
"The thought of leaving will never cross your mind," he murmured into her hair,
"just like the notion of me ever letting you go would cross mine." — A laugh
actually jerked through his body, and she groaned on top of him, nuzzling
against him, the shudders and jerks finally leaving her body. Not ever.
                              -!licking lollies!-
                                  #BLOODLAD~
                                  #BLOODLAD~
 
End Notes
     I had the idea (for a bit) of Staz being the one to kill Fuyumi and
     turn her into a ghost after he drained her dry of blood, but then I
     changed my mind a bit, put Staz with a bit more self-control, and
     kept Fuyumi human — and this is how it turned out. Hoped you liked,
     please review and thanks for reading! :)
     Always a Pleasure and Thanks for Reading!
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