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Lamia Lenis - Part 3

Or, a Carlo/Maxim/Dara/Ilya/Dee crossover AU  collab with the amazing @deluxewhump

Part 1 | Part 2

Maxim the vampire lives a quiet life with his beloved mortal, Carlo. That is, until Maxim’s friend Dara, an angel of the Lord, brings two creatures to Maxim’s doorstep - Ilya, a human bloodbag barely clinging to life, and Dee, their beloved demon who is willing to kill to keep them safe. Maxim and Carlo find more than they bargained for when they take in the traumatized pair.

Contents: vampire caretaker, misunderstanding whump, self-sacrifice, muzzle, blood, fainting

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“Dee,” Ilya murmured, sagging in his arms as soon as the vampire was out of the room. Dee pressed his forehead against their temple, the soft, supple leather of the muzzle brushing their cheek. “Dee, don’t… don’t do that again…” Exhaustion rushed in to crush them, adrenaline leaving their blood in sloppy waves and leaving only cold, metallic fear in its place. “I-if you… make him mad, he might–”

The low growl in Dee’s throat silenced Ilya. They met his eyes, tears threatening. His own eyes were wide, pupils blown, searching their face over the muzzle. They could practically feel what he was thinking, the terror rolling off him with his body heat. 

“If he wants to drink,” Ilya whispered, “And… th-that’s the price for staying here… If it means he won’t hurt you…” They cut themself off with a choke. They had so little blood left to give, but they would give it, if the vampire didn’t touch their demon.

The last blood they had to give was soaking into their shirt as they pressed their bleeding wrist to their chest. It was already chilling on their skin, the cold piercing deeper into them with every passing moment. The room swooped in a dizzy-sick spin, and Dee pulled them closer against his chest. They whimpered softly as his hand closed around their wrist, staunching the bleeding. 

They didn’t understand it. They’d never had to goad a vampire into biting them before… and he hadn't even bitten, even when their blood had been inches from his nose.

Dee’s ears pricked, and his head snapped towards the door. Maxim appeared, carrying a small aluminum box in one hand and a thick brown wool blanket in the other. His eyes glinted yellow in the firelight as they flicked once towards Dee, and then settled on Ilya. 

“I’d like to bandage your wrist, little one, if you’ll let me,” he said softly. 

Dee’s arms constricted around Ilya, and the wound stung under his hand. Dee’s chest rumbled in the beginnings of a growl.

Ilya’s throat worked, and they swallowed hard. “After you… after you drink?”

The growl in Dee’s throat grew louder.

“No, Ilya,” the vampire said sadly, setting the box on the low table in front of the fire. He held out the blanket to them. “I will never taste your blood, not– not ever.”

Ilya had the distinct feeling the vampire had been about to say not until I have you away from the demon.

Ilya shivered, eyes fixed on the blanket. They would die to be warm right now, huddled next to the fire under the blanket, but… the vampire was next to the fire, and surely that’s when he would demand their payment in blood. 

He would, eventually, have their blood, Ilya was certain. It was only a question of whether they gave it freely, or whether they were tied to the bed first - or whether the vampire would hurt Dee to get it. 

The vampire would never, ever hurt Dee. Ilya would die before they let this vampire hurt Dee. They would let him bleed them dry before they let him hurt Dee. 

I won’t survive another feeding.

Ilya’s eyes burned with tears. A sob erupted from their throat before they could stop it. “P-please,” they whispered. “Please just…” Their throat closed with another sob and they pressed their hand against their mouth, overwhelmed. Their own blood smeared on their lips and they gagged at the taste. 

“Ilya,” Maxim said gently, his voice pained. He stood like a statue next to the fire, eyes burning. “I… know you have no reason to trust me, but…” His eyes flicked to the floor at Ilya’s feet, and Ilya realized for the first time that they were bleeding all over the carpet as well.

That was deeper than I thought it would be.

The room dipped around Ilya, and Dee caught them, lowering them gently to the floor. He whimpered through the muzzle, and his hands slipped on the blood smearing on Ilya’s skin. He made a muffled noise, as if he was trying to say their name. They blinked, trying to clear their vision as Dee’s arms tightened around them further. 

Then they were being carried. Dee stumbled with them across the few steps of carpet and fell to his knees, depositing Ilya at Maxim’s feet and nearly collapsing onto them himself. He gripped their bleeding wrist and thrust it at Maxim, gaze flicking from the vampire to the box on the table. Ilya trembled as Dee fixed Maxim with a murderous glare, and a muffled noise made its way from behind the muzzle. 

Slowly, slowly, the vampire knelt, reaching for the box at the table. Ilya caught their breath as Maxim opened the box, and gently took their bleeding wrist in his hand.

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Lamia Lenis - Part 5

Or, a Carlo/Maxim/Dara/Ilya/Dee crossover AU  collab with the amazing @deluxewhump

Or, @whumptober prompts no. 2 “Nowhere To Run”, no. 7 “Shaking Hands”, no. 10 “Poor Unfortunate Souls”, no. 14 “Desperate Measures”, no. 16 “No Way Out”, no. 19 “Knees Buckling”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Maxim the vampire lives a quiet life with his beloved mortal, Carlo. That is, until Maxim’s friend Dara, an angel of the Lord, brings two creatures to Maxim’s doorstep - Ilya, a human bloodbag barely clinging to life, and Dee, their beloved demon who is willing to kill to keep them safe. Maxim and Carlo find more than they bargained for when they take in the traumatized pair.

Contents: captivity (sort of), isolation, blood, vampire whumper, muzzled, bargaining, offer of implied nsfw

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Carlo put the heavy blue pot on the gas stove, waiting for the click of the gas and the little rush of flame. He took a seat at the small kitchen table beside Ilya, who was staring out the window into the blackness beyond the property. 

“It's woods, out there,” Carlo said gently. “Just lots of woods.”

“And a town,” Ilya replied, their gaze faraway. 

Carlo looked at their reflections in the glass. He shook his head. “It's far. Farther than it looks from the road coming up here. And it’s cold.”

Ilya blinked, turned their weary, haunted eyes toward him. “Not in the daytime, with the sun out. He lets you wander around, doesn’t he? He doesn’t lock you in.”

Carlo held their gaze, though something made him want to flinch away. He knew that look, that feeling. The feeling of being trapped— of being prey. Like an insect in a spiderweb, waiting for sundown. How could he explain he did not fear dusk, anymore? That he waited for it anxiously, but not out of fear?

“No,” he said. “He doesn’t lock me in.”

“So you could leave.”

Carlo swallowed. “I have nowhere to go.”

Ilya’s eyes narrowed a fraction. A drop of bright blood had seeped through the bandage on their arm. 

“I don’t want to go,” he explained. “I—I feel safe here.”

“Safe?” Ilya hissed.

Carlo blushed. “Yes,” he said a little too defensively. “Maxim… he took me away from another house. A….another vampire’s house. I’d been there for months. I don’t think… I don’t think I’d have lasted much longer if he didn’t take me when he did.”

Recognition crept over Ilya’s features. They looked Carlo up and down, taking in his soft cashmere sweater, his pink cheeks and his soft, clean hair. Yet they glanced a moment too long at the scars of his wrists and neck not to have noticed them.

“Those aren’t…”

“From him? No.” Almost proudly, Carlo added, “Maxim’s never left a mark on me. It doesn’t even hurt. I always…” he trailed off. It felt almost too intimate to share, though he wanted Ilya to understand. “I always let him. He doesn’t… he doesn't take it. I have to give it.”

Ilya raised an eyebrow. “Why, then? Why wouldn’t you just say no?”

Carlo got up to stir the soup, hoping it was warm enough to serve already. He felt Ilya watching his back as he did. Because he takes care of me. Because I love him.  

“Because it’s what I am,” he said at the stove, knowing Ilya was listening. “Vampires like me. They find me. And this one keeps me away from them.”

There was a creak, and Carlo glanced back to see Ilya lean back in their chair. Understanding settled in their features, hardened their mouth. They threw a glance at the demon, who stood at the door to the kitchen, as if guarding it. He wore the muzzle still.

“I get it,” Ilya whispered, nodding slightly. “I get it.”

Carlo bit his lip. “It’s not like… like that,” he said, mouth twisting. “Not like… whatever it is you’re thinking right now. I… I like being here. I like being… being his.” He hated the embarrassment that burned his cheeks, the shame that twisted in his stomach. The last thing he needed - the last thing he wanted - was Ilya’s judgment. “I w-wouldn’t be alive if not for him,” he said, weakly. 

“Is he going to keep us?” Ilya said. There was something different to their voice now, a steely hardness that made Carlo shift his weight uneasily.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, fingers tight around the wooden spoon he realized he was somehow still holding. 

Ilya rose slowly from their seat and took a step towards Carlo. “Is he going to hurt me? Hurt him?” they hissed, jutting their chin out at Dee. 

Carlo shook his head. “N-no,” he whispered. “No. Never. I told you, he’s not… he’s not… like that.”

Another step closer. “Does anyone else live in this house? Does anyone else know we’re here?” Ilya said softly.

“No,” Carlo murmured. His head was starting to swim. It suddenly occurred to him that both Ilya and Dee were between him and the door. And the drawer just inches from Ilya’s hand contained a knife - and a few other things, but most importantly a knife, a sharp one for some specific use that Carlo couldn’t even remember at the moment. His fingers were going numb around the wooden spoon. All he had to defend himself against a knife was a wooden spoon and a pot of hot soup - at least until Maxim returned with the key to Dee’s muzzle. Something about a specific type of iron, angel power type of stuff… 

Carlo couldn’t remember right now. His throat tightened, and he felt the heat of the stove against his back. “Ilya…” he said softly.

“We can’t be trapped again,” Ilya said, and their voice cracked. Their hands were shaking at their sides. “Me and Dee. We can’t. And the Vampire wouldn’t take the bait, so…” 

They took another step closer. Carlo let out a soft, airy sound of fear, and smelled the back of his shirt begin to singe. “P-please,” he croaked. 

Ilya slid to their knees in front of Carlo, head bent, shoulders bowing with bitter exhaustion. Dee whimpered softly and glanced down the hall. Carlo’s stomach roiled. 

“Please,” Ilya breathed, and tipped back their head. Their eyes were rimmed with tears. “Please, just… tell me what you want. If you get us out, I’ll… I’ll do anything.” Their chin quivered. A tear rolled down their cheek. They raised one shaking hand and traced their cold fingertips along the waistband of Carlo’s soft woolen pants.

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