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Vampire Hunter Xie Lian had to become a maid and take care of two young greedy and needy for affection vampires... Oh my! They look hard to please.

by: STARember

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Hualian AU: Fetish club owner and the piano bar pianist

HC owns a goth club, turned fetish club. It has typical industrial goth vibes, warehouse style set up but with Victorian style iron gates and fencing with bookshelves decorated with all kinds of macabre knickknacks and lush red velvet gratos surrounded by gauzy curtains. The added extra fun comes from the spacious loft decorated in fetish gear and rigs. Whips, flogs, and paddles line the walls. Ropes in all colors are wrapped neatly and put on display on decorative shelves. St. Andrew’s crosses, spanking horses, and wall mounted D-rings complete the space.

So where does the owner of a wildly successful club go to spend his free time? The piano bar across the street of course. It started off as mild curiosity. Who would be brave enough to open a respectable business across the street from the most sinful business in the city?

Turns out the piano bar was boring as all hell and the drinks were mediocre at best. But what made HC go back almost every day for 2 hours at a time was the pianist. An ethereal looking man with shoulder length honey brown hair, half done up in a bun. He always wore a well fitted suit, no tie, with the top button undone.

On the first day HC went he left a generous tip. On the third day he learned his name was Xie Lian. On the fifth day he went and XL wasn’t there, he got his schedule from the manager.

From then on he would go every time XL was scheduled, and he would stay his whole shift, always leaving the biggest tip.

They never spoke, but XL would always look for HC in the crowd, and made sure to play all his requests, even if every single one is a cheesy love ballad.

They keep up this game for a few months until XL opens up his session with a romanticized version of “Friday I’m in Love” by The Cure. HC pops an instant boner, and an even bigger heart boner. His little crush turns into full blown infatuation. At the end of XL’s shift he slips him an even bigger tip with his number wrapped up in one of the bills.

They text back and forth for a week, and HC starts staying with XL after he finishes playing, buying him a drink and getting to know him in the hours before HC has to leave and run his club.

They talk about anything and everything. XL tells him about his white Persian and spends an hour showing him pictures. HC shows him pictures of his one eyed Rottweiler, constantly complaining about how needy he is, but XL can still see the loving gleam in his eye.

It’s during one of their chats after XL’s shift that XL finally asks, “So what do you do?”

HC smirks, takes a sip of his bourbon, then says, “Well you if you’re interested.”

XL chokes on his rum and coke, face a burning red, “I- that’s not what I meant!” He hides his face in his hand.

HC tries to swallow down his laugh, but he can’t stop his shoulders from shaking.

“San Lang...” XL practically whines, dipping his head to hide behind both of his hands.

Taking a few steadying breaths HC finally answers, “Sorry gege, I couldn’t resist.”

After a quick sip of his drink HC continues, “And if it’s any consolation, I own that club across the street. The teasing comes with the job.”

XL perks up at this, “Oh you do? That actually explains a lot. I always wondered if you were going out of your way to come down here.” XL gives a shy smile.

“Don’t worry gege, “ HC gives a knowing smirk, “I come here to see your divine hands make beautiful music.”

“Ah, thank you.” XL bites his bottom lip and looks deeply into his drink.

“So then do you live around here San Lang?”

“Not at all. I like to keep my work life and personal life separate,” HC chuckles, “as much as I can anyway. Though I’ve had pretty things follow me home from work before.”

HC makes eye contact with XL, and drains the last of his drink. XL swallows hard.

XL gets into an uber with HC and they head to HC’s townhouse. It’s a sleek modern thing with a distinct gothic influence. The walls are decorated with gray wallpaper, covered blood red roses and silver filigree.

A black finished iron chandelier lights the foyer, sitting in the center of the double height ceiling. A dark mahogany wrap-around staircase leads to the second floor, the steps covered in a lush red carpet, decorated with more silver and ivory swirls.

HC leads them around the first floor giving a tour of the many rooms before settling them both in the living room. He leaves XL on the 3 seater chesterfield sofa, plush red velvet giving under XL’s weight.

He returns with drinks in hand, soft piano music filling the silence. XL perks up at the music, recognizes them all as pieces he’s played at the piano bar.

HC picks up the conversation, talking about his work, but XL is only half listening, sipping on his drink and scooting closer and closer to HC. Soon they’re bumping knees.

HC sets a hand on XL’s knee, startling him, already flashing a smirk,  “Gege, everything alright? You seem distracted.”

“Sorry San Lang, I just...” XL trails off as he feels HC pull his drink out of his hand and set it aside, hand on his knee trailing up his thigh.

“Apologies gege,” HC leans in, other hand tracing XL’s jaw, lips just a breath away from XL’s, “but you know me, I love to tease.”

XL is the one to lean in and close the distance, but HC is quick to take control. It starts off a hungry pressing of lips against lips, and with a swipe of his tongue HC has XL inviting him in. XL climbs into HC’s lap, straddling his thighs and throwing his arms around HC’s shoulders.

They make out on the sofa, hands pulling at clothes revealing soft skin and defined muscles. HC pushes XL down to lay on the sofa and kisses his way down his jaw, undoing the buttons on his shirt, tongue laving at newly exposed skin. He takes a nipple into his mouth, toying it with his tongue before sucking, hands busy undoing XL’s belt and pants.

XL has his hands in HC’s hair, pulling hard as HC draws out sweet moans and gasps from him.

It doesn’t take long before HC is mouthing at XL’s clothed dick, drawing out a wet mewl from XL.

“Please...” XL begs.

“Please what?”

“San Lang...”

”I want to hear you say it.”

“Please, your mouth, I want it.”

”Want it how?”

”San Lang-“

“Good boys that follow directions get rewarded.”

XL keens before saying, “Please suck me off San Lang.”

“That’s a good boy.” HC pulls out XL’s painfully red dick, hard and throbbing. He gives the head a teasing lick before swallowing him down.

It doesn’t take long before XL is spilling into HC’s mouth, and HC greedily swallows it all down. When XL comes down from his orgasm he’s pulling HC down into a lazy kiss, a hand trailing down HC’s torso to palm at his dick through his pants.

“Now you,” XL says, breaking the kiss, feeling HC rock his hips into his touch.

“Then let's take this upstairs.”

XL barely gives a nod before HC is lifting him from the sofa. He instinctively wraps his legs around HC’s hips, and his arms hold onto his neck.

XL starts trailing kisses down HC’s neck, nipping at his collar bones, feeling HC kneed his ass as he walks them up the stairs to his softly lit room.

HC throws XL onto a large four poster bed. Dark mahogany frame, red chiffon curtains draped from  the frame, silken black sheets cool against XL’s heated body.

HC starts quickly pulling off his own clothes, quirking an eyebrow at the frozen XL.

“I don’t mind leaving clothes on, but I felt those abs you’re hiding under that shirt.”

XL’s eyes widen and then he’s quickly stripping, HC’s laugh echoing in the room.

HC tosses something onto the bed before crawling on top of XL. He presses his chest against XL, pressing him into the mattress, laying claim to his mouth, nipping at his lip, hands exploring exposed skin.

When HC has XL on the verge of tears he grabs him and flips him so he’s face down ass up. HC grabs the bottle of lube he tossed nearby earlier and pours out a decent amount.

He presses his chest against XL’s back and murmurs into his ear, “Be good and relax for me,” HC’s lube slicked fingers start tracing XL’s cleft.

“Say red if you need me to stop,” is all HC says before straightening out and thoroughly working XL’s hole open.

By the time HC flips him back over, XL is a trembling drooling mess. HC presses butterfly kisses all over XL’s face, massaging his trembling thighs, “So good for me. Letting this San Lang hear such delicious sounds.”

XL clings onto HC’s shoulders as his breathing settles and he stops trembling. His body feeling heavy, he settles deeply into the mattress and lets go of HC. He feels HC move around, hears the crinkling of the condom wrapper, then HC is back between his legs, stroking his thighs.

He presses a kiss to the inside of XL’s knee, “Don’t worry gege, I’ll take good care of you. Just make sure I can hear your pretty little voice.”

And true to his word, he does. He fucks XL roughly into the mattress with strong merciless thrusts as XL desperately clings to him. HC pulls on XL’s hair, making him bare his throat, biting red bruises into the unmarked skin, drawing out even more desperate mewls.

He manhandles XL’s body, pushing him onto his side and throwing a trembling thigh over his shoulder, gripping it to his chest for better leverage, punishing XL’s hole with the new and deeper angle.

Resounding thwacks, followed by yelps and moans, fill the space as HC slaps XL’s plump ass, ogling as it jiggles with each strike.

When HC finally deems them finished, XL is a shaking prone mess. His chest heaves as he desperately tries to catch his breath. HC massages XL’s aching muscles as he wipes him down with a warm wash-cloth.

“Gege was so good. He did so well for me,” he’s murmuring sweet nothings to XL as he works.

HC tucks both of them into bed, bringing XL to lie on top of him, circling him in his arms. His hand traces soothing circles on XL’s back, and he presses kisses to the top of XL’s head. XL tucks himself into a tighter ball, curling under HC’s chin.

“Rest gege, I’ll take care of everything in the morning.” XL gives a small nod before fully relaxing and falling asleep.

The next morning XL can barely move, groaning as he wakes up. HC carries him to the already prepared bath in the en suite bathroom. He washes him, much to XL’s embarrassment.

Dressed in HC’s much too large lounge clothes, XL joins him in the kitchen for breakfast. HC has prepared a large breakfast spread for them both, and makes sure that XL is eating his fill.

When they finish they take their tea to HC’s back yard and sit in reclining chairs on the patio. They talk about everything and nothing. It’s pleasant, and HC can’t remember the last time he enjoyed speaking with someone so much.

“Gege, do you have any plans today?” HC asks during a lull in the conversation.

XL tilts his head to the side as he thinks, “I don’t work today, so no I don’t have anything planned.”

“Then would gege do me the honor of accompanying me to my club tonight?”

“Oh? Are you sure? I’ll probably look really out of place.”

“Don’t worry about that gege, I’ll handle it. But don’t force yourself if you don’t want to.”

“No no, I want to go.” XL turns fully to HC and grabs his hand, “I would love to see the place you’ve built yourself San Lang.”

HC feels his chest tighten, “Alright then, it’s a date.”