When a vampire bites an omega

In the afternoon, Ivan had no class, and stayed in the apartment with Carey.

After lunch, the nocturnal little vampire opened his mouth and yawned a little, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "

Carey asked the children to go back to the bedroom to rest, but was pushed to the study next to him by the boy, and he and Fern plunged into the kitchen together, and did not come out all afternoon.

Curious, Carey walked to the kitchen door several times, trying to hear what the two people in the kitchen were doing.

As a result, every time I just arrived at the dining room outside the kitchen, before I had time to step in, I was discovered by the little blond boy, who angrily opened the door and poked out a small head, and "ordered" him not to take a step closer .

The man had no choice but to agree with a smile, not daring to go any further.Only the voice of the little wizard was faintly heard from the kitchen in the innermost room.

"Is this really right? There is nothing wrong with your memory, I think it will taste weird if you put it like this."

"Well... this feeling is okay, but it's a little weak."

"This has no taste, it feels very bland, would it be better to add some salt? A little bit, just a little bit! Ah! Boss!!"

Then there was a series of tinkling sounds, the severity of which made Carey wonder for a while: Are these two people going to blow up his kitchen soon?

After the sound of chickens flying and dogs jumping passed, the whole room became quiet.

The wizard's intermittent comments came from the kitchen again.

"It seems to be okay this time, very good! Boss, I think this time, pass!"

"Huh? This... seems a bit dry? What do you think, boss, it doesn't seem to be able to chew... No, no, no, no! Don't get wet!"

……

Well, it's another round of gossip.

Finally, when the newly rising sun was covered by dark clouds again, the room became darker, and the snow began to rustle outside again, Carey turned on the warm yellow light in the living room.

When the clock pointed to six o'clock in the evening, the kitchen door opened on time.

A gust of hot air gushed out from the kitchen, followed by the aroma of food.

The blond boy, still wearing a small apron, directed Fern to bring out the food in the kitchen.

From appetizers to soups, from side dishes to main dishes, all were served on the table.

Among the dazzling array of food dishes, a huge roast turkey was in the center of the dining table.

The young man took Kaili by the hand, brought him to the dining table, and said, "Your Highness, I made this for the Christmas Eve dinner before Houyuan." After finishing speaking, he lowered his head guiltily, and whispered, "Maybe The taste...was not done very well. The time interval is too long, and I don't remember some procedures."

Seeing that Ivan was acting like this, Fern quickly stepped forward and explained: "Your Highness, no! The boss has actually done a good job. He can't taste the taste of the food, so it's a bit salty and I can't control it, but I can't control it. Taste it, it tastes good."

Sitting in front of the dining table, His Highness looked at the table full of food with a pair of dark eyes, and then at the young boy with a disturbed expression, his eyes were full of complexities.

There was a long silence at the dining table without picking up the cutlery.

Ivan pinched the little apron on his body with his fingers and crumpled the fabric, but the person in front of him didn't seem to move at all.

The nervous young boy finally couldn't help but say: "Well... Your Highness, don't you like it? This pie, I liked it very much when I was young. There is also turkey, every Christmas Eve, my father would accompany me to eat it." As she said that, her clear blue eyes couldn't stop glancing at the man's expression, and asked, "Do you... want to try it?"

After speaking, the silent man seemed to be awakened, and turned his head to look at the boy.

He frowned slightly, raised his arm hesitantly, and waved at the young man.

"Come here," he said.

The young boy with blond hair walked up to the man obediently and asked softly, "Your Highness?"

As soon as the question was uttered, the man stretched his arms forward, and his whole body fell on his chest.

A pair of powerful arms climbed up to his waist, wrapping the boy tightly around him.

Ivan's knees were clamped by His Highness, even though he was a head taller than him standing in front of His Highness, and had to bow his head when looking at His Highness, he still had the illusion of being imprisoned and possessed.

"Fanfan, I don't like it." The man said.

The blond boy froze.

In the blue eyes, there were sprinklings of water, biting his lips and repeating subconsciously: "You... don't you like it?"

The man raised his head, kissed the delicate skin of his chin lightly, and rubbed the corners of his eyes gently with his fingers.

"Yes, Ivan, I don't like it. I don't like you doing things that you can't do by yourself. You obviously have no sense of taste, and you don't know whether the food is good or not. You even need Fern's help to know Can the food on this table be eaten?"

Carey said, with an almost indiscernible tremor in his voice: "Fanfan, how do you want me to eat such a table of food? In what mood do you want to eat it?"

He moved his body and let the young man sit on his lap with his legs spread apart. With another pull, he pressed the boy firmly against his chest.

"I'm sorry, Fanfan, I know this kind of spoils the atmosphere and makes you feel sad. But I don't want you to burn all your blood on yourself. You will be tired and exhausted."

"Compared to such a table of dishes prepared with painstaking care, I hope you can be happy. After all, love is not so careful to please. Although you usually like to use honorific names for me, I also like to call you a child, a child, But I want us to be completely equal."

"Baby, you want me to be happy, so why don't I want you to be happy too? You know, when you love me like a lonely man, I love you just as much."

He brushed the young man's jade-white cheeks, wiped the wet teardrops on his eyelashes, and finally pressed a kiss on the corner of his lips lightly and shallowly.

He said, "I love you too."

and so……

"Hey, don't let yourself be wronged. Don't let yourself be wronged because of me."

The little boy let out an "ah", and tears fell on the tip of his nose.

Before the fall of the Florentine Republic, he was also a member of the princes and nobles.

He also lived in a luxurious manor, surrounded by groups of servants.He also walked in the Medici Academy that everyone admired. He is an elegant and handsome son.

After the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, and the long running for his life, under the suppression of the strict hierarchy of the blood clan, the once clean and elegant young man wore down his nobility and became the humble look he is now.

In the hundreds of years of being transformed into a vampire, Ivan has never felt for a moment that he is real and exists as he is now.

During the long time when no one cared, he thought that the pile of paintings that filled the room was all the evidence of his existence in the world.

Belek said that the existence of everything in the world lies in being perceived. *

When he saw this sentence, he even felt that he was an outcast in this world.

But now, sitting in front of His Highness, being carefully cherished and kissed by him, he truly has a connection with this world.

It's like a little snail climbing out of the soil at the beginning of heavy rain.

He stretches out his weak tentacles to touch the world, and the world responds with cold or warm sunshine, knowing his softness and hardness.

The snail knows he is in the world.

Now, he is this cautious snail, outside the tentacles, the husband told him: This is your world, you can do whatever you want.

The little vampire who loved to cry, tears fell one after another, until he couldn't cry anymore.

Kaili lowered his head and pressed his forehead against the boy's cold skin.

From the touching of the forehead to the touching of the tip of the nose, and finally the soft lips of the young man.

He said, "Baby, don't cry."

In the evening, after all, Carey ate the Christmas Eve dinner prepared by Ivan, and then took him back to the bedroom.

The heater was turned on very loudly, making the whole room warm.

Unknown harp music played on the stereo, and the warm yellow simulated candle light illuminated the whole room, like any ordinary, quiet night in the Middle Ages.

The boy who had just taken a bath was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing pure white pajamas, just like the little prince described by Anthony who knows nothing about the world.The fragrance after bathing emanated from the young man's body and scattered in the small bedroom.

Ivan looked at His Highness standing in front of him, saw him kneeling on one knee to take off his slippers, passed his hands through his knees and armpits, and carried him to the middle of the big bed.

"Your Highness..." the young man said softly, his fingers gently grabbing the corner of the man's clothes.

The half-length golden curly hair is scattered on the sideburns, inexplicably a little more lingering.

In the air, there is a light bird-of-paradise smell, mixed with a light wine aroma.

The boy couldn't help taking a breath, and the hands around the man's waist unconsciously tightened.

A feather-like kiss fell from the tip of the nose, and the boy moved the tip of his nose, making a small exhalation sound.Under the trembling eyelashes, a pair of blue eyes, filled with wisps of water vapor.

"Um... baby."

The man murmured softly and pressed his lips against the boy's.

The voice was deep and pleasant, with an emotional hoarseness.The scorching, hot breath scattered on the young man's fair cheeks, which were slightly pink.

The soothing music gradually ends, leaving only the slowly fading end.

In the soft and long kiss, the boy put his arms around the man's waist and slowly leaned back.

He blinked his clear blue eyes.

Everywhere you look, there is love.

Suddenly, Ivan remembered a poem he had read:

Flamingflowersbrightlyblaze

Swirling clouds in violent thaze

Reflectintheeyesofchinablue*Note for words

Kaili carried the boy, who was covered in moisture again, back to the bed, and lay beside him.

As soon as the quilt was covered, the fragrant and soft boy rolled into his arms.

The kid fell asleep in the bathroom just now, and Kaili thought he had woken up now, but when he looked down, he found that the kid's eyes were still closed.

Rolling into his arms, probably just approaching subconsciously.

He touched the bitten gland on his neck, and the corners of his lips twitched uncontrollably.Bowing his head, he kissed again on the boy's already red and swollen lips.

Afterwards, he embraced the boy's waist, rubbed him into his arms again, and then turned off the light.

In the darkness, a gentle and hoarse voice sounded.

"Goodnight baby," he said.

The author has something to say: Note:

1. The existence of everything in the world lies in being perceived.Borrow Belek's point of view.

2. It is adapted from the lyrics of a song "starrystarryNight".

Disclaimer: It has nothing to do with the original song, it's just that the author is a scumbag and can't write such nice words, so he used it a bit!

"starrystarrynight" is a song used to commemorate Mr. Van Gogh. The author himself likes and respects this song very much.

Another: Supercar, see WB

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