Your Fair Warning: This is a story I did not finish and do not intend to finish. It may be unedited, meaning there may be errors (spelling, grammatical, continuity, ect.). It also means it may cut off in the middle of a chapter, scene, even sentence. There is no conclusion here.
At an unspecified point in late-game Suikoden 2, Sierra has to eat. Trying to defend everyone else in the party, Flik volunteers to be her dubiously willing victim, completely unaware the process of vampyrric feeding would give him a boner. Viktor, in an established relationship with Flik, watches on, pleased by this turn of events.
Mature, despite being so short.
Flik/Viktor that may be about to turn into Flik/Viktor/Sierra if Flik gets over himself.
Fine! It's hard to judge a snippet this short. It makes me laugh, which is what matters. This was one of those very fanficcy ideas that come to me sometimes and I had to get out even though I knew I wouldn't write a whole fic about it. I never put it online because it's short and unfinished, but this is my website and I do what I want here.
“Fff—” Flik braced, clenching a fist as tightly as he could, quivering in mid-air.
Sierra paused, reasonably, her hooded eyes glancing with foggy curiosity at the shaking fist. But then, as it quivered in the air, aimlessly floating, she decided it must have been formed to cancel the swordsman’s pain, not convince her to stop causing it. Her eyes slid shut again, and her chin tilted sensually back up to the soft skin under his Adam’s apple.
Viktor knew she was wrong.
Actually, he had taught him that trick years ago, the poor little pup. “If that keeps happening,” he had told him as a much younger man, probably leering horrifically, in retrospect, “clench a different muscle as tightly as you can, for at least a good minute. Your forearm or thigh, or make a fist. The blood will go there instead and it’ll go back down.”
He stared in unamused disappointment at the young man clenching his fist as hard as he could as the vampress sunk her teeth into his fully borne neck again, dusty with a thin layer of unshaven beard. Seriously, Flik? Seriously?
But could he be surprised? He could be a rough guy.
The situation had been this: after expending the effort to help them finally seal away the Neclord, the ‘young’ miss had to eat. Such men as Riou and Flik (and himself) would not stomach lashing up an innocent person for her, so one of their own would have to do it. Such men as Flik (and himself) would never put someone as young as Riou, Nanami, or Karen up for the picking when he, Kahn, or Flik could have done it. (The youngsters were just too small, and when you’ve seen enough kids ripped apart by zombies and vampires, you lose your stomach for it.) Kahn wouldn’t abide it, so the options were Flik, or himself.
Flik had set his jaw and offered right away. Feeling the relief in his gut, Viktor knew he had done it because he knew himself how Viktor would feel about it.
Wasn’t often that Flik ended up taking the hit for him. Felt weird, a little. But he knew they had this relationship now. I’ve got your back. Nothing wrong with letting his own back be got from time to time.
…They could switch it up if they had to.
It was kind of a shame he wasn’t feeding Flik this shit out loud right now.
After all, he was clenching himself as hard as he possibly could against popping wood while an undead creature gnawed and sucked on his neck. Which, watching it, Viktor felt like he could understand. And he was kind of glad they had made the call to do this privately, with only one other person (and who else but him?) watching as a guard. It had never exactly been sexy to watch Neclord’s crusty old ass tear at someone, but he didn’t do it like this.
Sierra was discreet. Pretending to be nothing but a young lady had been her foremost survival tactic for years. She had an attitude when you spoke to her, but she carried herself like a simple housewife swaying from street to street, small, serene smile on her pale face. She was of an age and strength that she could pass in low light well, though she shrank from full day. Her beauty was otherworldly, her grace impeccable; you would think she was a foreign noblewoman on holiday.
Even now she drank as if from a cup of wine, its rim perched delicately on a pursed, pink lip. She truly did seem to kiss him, hiding the pour of his blood so expertly from sight that if Viktor walked across two identical people in an alleyway, he would simply turn and leave the young lovers to their business. Because she had not torn him, cut him, or even pierced very deep-instead she simply pushed into one vein with almost medical precision—Viktor doubted it even hurt that much. Technically, what was happening was that a gorgeous, compelling young woman was sucking and nibbling on Flik’s neck, on the soft parts of the side, and the pain of his skin being poked probably wasn’t any stronger than the guilty pleasure of her caresses, to his neck and the side of his head, when she clutched him in place with a steady hand, gently ruffling and petting his hair.
Hm.
Viktor crossed a leg over his knee, leaning back a little to consider the situation in another light. It was. Kind of a pastime of him to watch Flik try to not go feral in public. Not just sexually. Sexually definitely, but he loved watching him try not to burst a stitch about being goaded or teased in just about any way. And this was a little… tantalizing, frankly, to watch him get so frustrated about suddenly going lizard-brain at just about the worst possible compulsion.
A parasite is pulling your lifeblood from your neck, Flik, he was surely saying to himself. Can you please try not to enjoy it??
Flik wasn’t the kinkiest bastard he had even known. Not by a longshot. He certainly wasn’t the plainest, either. Viktor would place him in a comfortable middle of the road; ready to try new things, refreshingly open to ideas, but he didn’t get anything from the truly heinous, messy, or depraved.
Sierra, however, had had quite a few centuries to lose her sense of shame, and Viktor was pretty certain, now, as she peeked with one eye over to him while twisting her stained mouth on Flik’s neck, convulsing at he swallowed, and traced her opposite ear with the nail of his finger, that she had reached previously unknown heights of kinky bastardry and had been doing this on purpose the entire fucking time.