prohibitions | When love became an act of defiance

Cain had somewhat of a schedule. Or at least, there were particular times that he seemed to be in the library. He could maybe be found in the early mornings (although this was rare because he generally slept through the morning) or in the late afternoon to evenings. If the days were gloomy and overcast; he could be found in the library too. He enjoyed sitting by the window, but sunnier days meant he either stayed cooped up in his room or just sleeping through it entirely.

He ends up taking a nap, but spending some time in the library. He realizes why the other was familiar in appearance. He had a tendency to watch the other landscaping when they were in view from the library. Something idle to watch when he was feeling distracted.

Surprisingly enough, Cain is fairly engaging for a class about history of some kind. He was obviously well learned of a multitude of details of what he talked about and the man liked to throw in some random facts that certainly aren't worth knowing, but fun tidbits about a specific person or the era or whatever else that can be said.

Class comes and goes before the man ends lecture for the day. "Read the next chapter and take notes. We'll go into more detail and go over any questions you might have about the information. Off you go."

Eyes were always on him at some point while he worked, even if he never really noticed. He never noticed Cain's from his spot in the window but then again he wasn't making an effort to try. Had he, he would have recognized him before he introduced his name to the class instead of knowing him purely by name.

The little fact tidbits the other taught were fun, it certainly made the class more interesting than it was before and that was something he enjoyed.

Jonathan can't say when in Cain's lecture he might've dozed off, only that his head is rested in the nook of his arm against the desktop. The bustle of students getting up to leave doesn't tip him off that he should wake up and no one next to him taps him either.

Or maybe they did and he simply didn't notice.

Carelessly dozing off in a now empty classroom was definitely embarrassing especially when it was only the second day with the new professor. Not the sort of impression he wanted to leave after greeting the other yesterday.

A lesson to be learned in not staying up into the morning researching vampires.

Cain had taken note of the other when they dozed off. The change in their heartbeat was noticeable. It's a little detail that he was incredibly aware of as a vampire. The sound of heartbeats. Blood. Certain smells. Things that he really could do without being hyper aware of because it was kind of irritating if he were dreadfully honest.

He quietly packed his messenger bag up and closed it before leaving it on the large, oak desk. The man simply walked up the few steps and over to where Jonathan was currently resting and tapping him on the shoulder.

He doesn't know what habits the other has. For all he knew, the other could have stayed up late studying or partying or what have you. "I know history isn't the most interesting subject, but you could choose better places to sleep."

Hopefully, the other isn't caught too off guard by being woken up.

It takes Jonathan a few moments to stir, lifting his head up slowly until he got his bearings again, noticing the now empty lecture hall and his professor standing nearby. As everything comes into proper focus, he's just embarrassed as he looks down at his notes, seeing the end of a letter turn into a strange squiggle then glancing up at Cain. He caught most of what the other had said as he tapped him awake.

"Its interesting when you teach it..." He says softly as he rubs at the back of his neck, "Sorry, I didn't mean to doze off like that. I had stayed up much too late researching something that before I knew it, it was already time for my morning class." He gives a little nervous laugh as he reaches for his bag.

It takes him a few minute to get everything packed up and the bag itself get slung over his shoulder as he gets up from his seat.

"I probably missed something important... didn't I?" He knows there is most likely homework but he was just making sure he didn't need to ask one of his classmates on what he might've missed if it was.

"And here I thought you were out partying or having the time of your life," Cain says with a shrug. The man lets out a yawn, his fangs more obvious than before. He really hated teaching morning classes. A nap actually sounded wonderful for the vampire. "I don't know what you could possibly be researching that would take up your entire evening, but at least have a more interesting reason next time."

He starts making his way back to the desk in the front where his bag was sitting on.

"Nothing that you can't just read up on. I don't give you guys information that you can't acquire on your own. Unless you like a few random facts, but that's stuff that won't show up on your exams anyways. You can ask your colleagues if you really feel like there might be something you would need to know," Cain says as he waves his hand dismissively.

Jonathan huffs a laugh, "That's only on the weekends, if there's a party happening, at least. I'm not that irresponsible." While he enjoyed a good night in, he doesn't skip out on most of the parties that happen around campus, even if he's only there for a few hours.

He can't help but notice the professor's fangs when he yawns and that burning curiosity returns.

"What can i say, once you get stuck in the mythology rabbit hole, its quite hard to pull yourself out of it." Jonathan stretches as he walks down the row and down the steps, debating on whether to skip his next class to call the day off early or dare risk sleeping in another. Though, there was something he wanted to check before he left Cain's lecture hall for the day.

Before he brings his arms down from his stretching, he pricks his own finger with one of his nails, just enough to draw blood. One of the few pluses of being a were-creature. He wanted to see if the other would react to it, to see if his own theories were true or some of the rumors he's heard from others. If he needed to make the wound larger, he might just dare to.

For now, he plays off as if nothing was amiss, dropping his arms down to his sides. Jonathan looks like he's considering asking his classmates for help when really he probably won't and figure it out on his own.

"I'll keep that in mind then. Sorry again, for sleeping during your lecture." He felt the need to apologize again before he left, if nothing happened with his little experiment.

It's almost instantaneous. The change in Cain's demeanor. The smell hits the man immediately and he tenses up. Rigid. While he was no stranger to the smell of blood, obviously, it's one thing to smell the rubbish that he drinks from bags. He doesn't hunt in any capacity and lives off stale blood. The smell of warm, fresh blood?

Positively alluring. Incredibly distracting.

He swallow and has to remind himself to take more breathes. Remember that he has to pretend he needs more air than what his body actually does. Remember that he can't act out of line in anyway. "It's-" He distractedly knocking one of his books off the desk. Damn it. "It's really quite alright. You wouldn't be the first one and won't be the last one either. Not all the other professors are so forgiving though, so best not try your luck."

Cain moves to pick up the fallen book from the floor. He can't ask why he smells blood. Wonders why the scent is suddenly there. It's perplexing and it really does nothing to calm the tension the man was suddenly feeling.

Oh.

That's certainly curious.

Jonathan watches Cain closely, having glanced at the door to make sure no one else would walk in announced. Despite the more breaths the other takes, his heart rate doesn't change much.

To watch someone so composed, suddenly distracted, even going as far to accidentally knock one of their books of the desk. He really hit the nail on the head with this and he wasn't even sure it would actually work.

Jonathan gives a light laugh, "I'll be sure to remember that. Wouldn't want to get one a professor's bad side this late in the semester."

As Cain moves to pick up the dropped book, he closes one of his hands into a fist, digging nails into the palm of his hand, hard enough that he can feel the slow trickle of blood. This was a really stupid idea, one that could possibly endanger himself and while he's surprised that his experiment worked, he can't help being a little guilty for doing this to a man he's barely known for twenty-four hours.

After a moment, he chimes in again when he should've been making the move to leave for his next class, "I think I might've just figured you out, Professor." Jonathan says almost quietly, head tilted with a knowing smirk.

The smell gets stronger and everything about it just consumes his senses. He can't seem to form any thoughts that weren't about blood. The smell lingers on the back of his tongue and he suddenly feels weak in his knees.

He braces one hand against the desk beside him and he holds the book he dropped tightly in his other as he tries to concentrate on the words printed on the front. He can't even make out that at the moment.

Cain chews on the inside of his cheek, tasting his own blood in his mouth before looking up at the other. There's a hungry look on the Brit's face. Eyes dilated as he looks hungrily at the other. A certain lust that he's trying so hard to stop attempting to consume him completely. He lets out a low growl. "What do you want?"

There's no need for niceties. Or maybe he can't muster any politeness when he was hungry and the other was making it damn difficult to ignore that part of him at that moment.

To see the older man struggle, to see the hunger on his features and the way his eyes were dilated. It leads him to believe the other hadn't fed or his source wasn't quite as tantalizing as a fresh source. Couldn't blame him for the latter, as an educator, that must be hard to either come by or a choice to choose other means of food. The whole heartbeat situation throws him off a bit though. In his research, vampires shouldn't have one and yet, Cain did.

Jonathan steps closer to Cain with slow steps, "Nothing. I just... I wanted to know why you smelt differently... why your heartbeat is incredibly slow compared to everyone else's..."

Having outed his professor, he felt it was only appropriate to do the same of himself. He blocks the view of the door with his back turned to it because he was about to offer what he riled the other up for.

The wounds he inflicted on himself for this would have healed over by now due to how small they were but he offers his wrist to Cain. Of course, there's still blood on his hand which likely makes this worse than better.

"Here." He motions with his arm.

He's never encountered a vampire before now and clearly he's making all the terrible plays. Especially this earlier in the morning.

Cain slaps the others arm away. He tries to keep his gaze downcast. The smell of blood was so strong and close now. He thinks if he catches sight of it, he won't be able to control himself. He doesn't want to lose control or potentially hurt the other. Though- "Are you daft? Do you know what you're doing?" Do they lack self preservation or something?

He lets out a shuddering breath. "I could hurt you because you decided to be a little too curious. Did you actually consider the consequences?"

Jonathan sure sounds like he didn't think any of this passed just sating his curiosity. What an absolute child. Nevermind that they hadn't thought of what might happen if he were exposed to everyone else. He swallows audibly. It was difficult to fight against feeding off the other and his resolve was crumbling quickly. His room wasn't particularly close either and now everyone he would pass was a potential meal.

"You realize you're putting others in danger doing this?" He doubts they do.

Jonathan lets his arm drop as Cain slaps it away, definitely not the reaction he was initially expecting but it wasn't one he didn't rule out completely. He gives a bit of shrug, "Not really, no." He had no clue. The research he had done relied on myth over actual truth and it probably seemed like he had a death wish or something.

"To be honest, I didn't think any of this would actually work but I did think about consequences if they did. I'm not exactly human myself, so I can handle whatever you dish out, professor." He's cocky in the thought that he would be able to handle a situation like this. When in actuality, he might be in over his head.

There's a sigh before he pulls his backpack off and turns to leave Cain standing by his desk to lock the hall's door before returning to the other, offering is arm again. "I realize that which is why I'm offering."

Yes, he didn't consider the rest of the student body would be at risk with this little stunt but he's still going to try and fix that.

Locking the door was basically locking himself in a cage with a hungry lion. Cain wasn't much like how pop culture liked to portray them. They weren't these suave and sexy beings, but something more basic. Feral. They were more like predators who merely want their food when it came to feeding.

"You're an absolute fool," he says quietly. But he can't resist the other anymore. He reaches out to grip Jonathan's arm. It's firm and not something that can easily be broken. He brings the other's arm closer before he runs his tongue to lap up the blood on his hand. Warm, fresh blood wasn't something he had really gotten to enjoy in a rather long time and he certainly was going to relish it.

Of course, there were certain things that vampires did for ensnaring their preys. Something natural and just biological that Cain had. Like the sweet scent that came from the other as he lapped up the blood. Pheromones.

He cleans up the blood on Jonathan's hand before sinking his teeth into his arm.

Pop culture was a terrible reference in most portrayals and he didn't believe them for a second. One or two things could be true and be applied to this situation that he's seen but other than that, Cain acted like any other predator would.

"I get that a lot." He replies with, hand rubbing at the back of his neck as Cain gripped his arm, practically feeling his heartbeat thud against the firm hold. To see his professor lick the blood of his hand though... that was really something else as he holds his breath for a moment. It left an almost ticklish sensation against his palm.

Jonathan was mesmerized as he watched the other that it took him a second to realize there was another scent coming off of Cain besides the usual vanilla and stale blood. It was sweet. Probably a little sweeter to him then someone else with his heightened senses. It drew him in, made him want to stay like this was safe. Like there was no real harm and in itself that was a dangerous sort of mindset.

He winces as he feels fangs penetrate the skin, "Ah..," It wasn't a terrible sensation having the other feed off him. In fact, it felt... good? He couldn't quite explain it but after some time, he felt his face flush and he feels a bit warm.

He didn't like feeding off people because Cain didn't have to kill to drink his fill. It always lead to an awkward after math of some sort that he had quit it entirely for the sake of living a more secluded lifestyle.

Of course, it meant he was always tired to some extent. Bagged blood lacked a lot of nutrients and it wasn't quite as filling nor enjoyable as something fresh. It wasn't all that great to exist on, but it certainly didn't stop the man from deciding this.

His charm was also dampened in the first place because he wasn't a full vampire, and it just seemed better to try and avoid hunting.

This was a damn treat though. The taste of Jonathan's blood on his tongue and the warm feeling it leaves when he swallows it. He would honestly drain the other dry if he had the stomach for it. And if he were not aware of his senses enough. He runs his tongue along the bite punctures before pulling away.

The man looked significantly less pale. He was naturally pale, but it was noticeable. How more alive he looked after a meal. His heartbeat almost seemed normal even. As though the man in front of Jonathan wasn't half dead and had just drank some of his blood.

Of course, that illusion is broken with some blood running down his chin.

To give up his blood willingly was certainly something off the bucket list, not in the typical method one would but he finds that he could make a terrible habit of this if he was risky enough.

The mix of pheromones, blood loss and the after effects of the bite might be to blame for the temporary daze on Jonathan's features. As he feels the swipe of Cain's tongue against the puncture wounds, he shudders a breath as the other pulls away. He keeps his arm held up, tilted at a slight angle so that the slow creep of blood falls towards him instead of dripping on the floor.

Cain certainly looked better, sounded better after the meal. What a difference something so simple could do. He's vaguely aware that he closes the distance between them, reaching out with his other hand to tilt Cain's face up a bit before closing the distance further and swiping his tongue over the blood that was running down the other's chin. It was a far more intimate action than Jonathan was normally comfortable in doing but in this moment, he's not exactly one-hundred percent himself.

Its a slow pull away before he takes a step back from Cain. He knows what his own blood tastes on his tongue but he wonders what it must taste like on another's. Glancing at his arm as he feels the slow creep get further down his arm, he lifts it up to run his tongue against the skin. It beat smearing blood with his fingers or wiping it on his clothes.

It was certainly taking a little bit longer than he thought to heal over completely but he figured a deeper wound like a bite to a major vein would be different than a simple prick of nail.

After a moment, he asks, "What... did it taste like to you?"

Oh. He watches the other carefully. It was always a toss up as how to how people reacted to vampire bites. It varied from person to person how strongly it affects them and he didn't know if Jonathan's uniqueness meant he might be more susceptible to it or not.

The other's demeanor has certainly changed and he certainly hasn't had someone lick their own blood from his face. That was, well, new.

The man slowly raises up to his feet, rubbing the spot where the other had ran his tongue against his face with the back of his hand. "Sweet. It's sweet for me." Fitting for a man with such a huge sweet tooth. "Your blood smells different from the others. It was noticeably sweeter smelling to me," Cain says.

Which really made resisting the other all the more difficult. Fresh, sweet smelling blood to a man who hasn't had a good meal of blood in a very long time was almost cruel.

As he brings his arm down, he places two fingers over the puncture wounds and applied some pressure to stop the bleeding quicker. Jonathan tried to compare his current state of being to anything he's experienced before and coming up empty. Perhaps cloud nine was the closest description of it.

He felt sluggish but he connected that with blood loss more than anything. Everything else was clouded, warm, and pleasant.

"Sweet..." It certainly beat the generic metallic taste he got from it. Never would have guessed it would taste sweet though. Did all werecreatures have sweet tasting blood or did he just happen to be a special case? He brings his arm up to place his hand on his own chest, "Werehyena. That's what I am... which is probably why it smelt differently for you."

This was the first time he's ever revealed what he was on campus before, let alone to one of his teachers.

"If you want it again, professor, I happily volunteer." He smiles and gives a slight wave like he just didn't make life's worst decision. To be someone's blood bank, that was new even for him and a choice his parents would likely lecture him on if they ever found out. But he needed to experience this feeling again somehow.

Plus he didn't mind much when his own professor was rather attractive.

While the other felt sluggish, Cain has never felt so alive in the longest time. Bagged blood just really couldn't compare to fresh blood. He knew this already, but it was different to actually feel the stark differences at his age.

Of course, he gives the other a rather incredulous look as he leans against the table. "You're either ridiculously daft or completely off your rocker. You do realize what you're offering don't you?" Does this man not have some sort of survival instincts? Who just offers to be live food to someone they barely know?

Cain assumes it might be after effects to the bite, so he shakes his head. "I think not. I don't need to get addicted to a live source and I can't imagine you offering again once the aphrodisiac has worn off," he says firmly. Just so the other was aware that it was a thing. That could only be the reason why they might be offering something so ridiculous. Cain isn't even sure how long it'll take before it wears off nor the extent of its effects on the other.

He doesn't need some college kid on a high ruining the semblance of lifestyle he had made for himself.

Yes, it was a rather ridiculous offer that seemed to brought up under little to no regard to any consequences to either of them. Jonathan really only saw it as something beneficial to the both of them. Cain gets blood that's better than the bagged blood he was already eating while he simply soaked up the after effects. A win-win. But he never considered what switching from bagged blood to a live source was like or the effects of that alone.

He gives a chuckle, "I could be both, young and stupid really but I know what I'm offering, professor." Survival instincts or self preservation weren't really on Jonathan's radar right now.

Aphrodisiac? That would certainly explain the warmth he felt, though he's not sure it would explain the fading alluringly sweet scent coming off the other.

Jonathan steps forward, boxing Cain in as he places his hands against the desk at either side of him. Closing whatever distance was between them. Definitely invading more personal boundaries.

"If I offer again once in my right mind, would you reconsider?" He gives a slight tilt of his head, "After all, you do have to deal with me in class for the rest of the semester and for a couple more years on campus...I'm sure I could offer more than just blood if you were interested." Another stupid offer, one that was likely going to get them arrested or expelled. He glances at Cain's mouth before flicking his gaze upwards. With the aphrodisiac in his system, he was already somewhat not in control and that meant he was starting to feel his canines get a bit longer.

To work as an educator and to be relatively mysterious, he doesn't doubt that Cain has incredible self-restraint so little ol him, won't change much unless he tempted the other with blood again without his consent. Cain could easy avoid him if he wanted to or very easily stop teaching his class.

Jonathan, that's basically drug addiction. Are you stupid?

"Then you certainly must understand how absurd it is to be offering your blood to a man you most certainly don't know," Cain says with such a incredulous look on his face. He just can't fathom how easily they decided this. That they had merely wanted to find out what he was on a whim. A guess.

The man inhales audibly as he finds himself between the table and the other.

"Absolutely not," Cain replies. The other may think that this is a good idea, so that meant he certainly had to be the responsible one, right?

Still, he gives the other a puzzled look. He can make guesses, but he might as well play dumb to some extent. If only to get a more concrete answer. "Offer more? What do you mean by that?" Surely, the other wasn't meaning what he might be guessing they are implying.

In the grand scheme, he couldn't exactly completely resist the other. If the other corners him like they had before, he would be able to do very little but fall for it again with how his body craves for more sustenance than stale blood has to offer.

Young, Dumb and Stupid. Jonathan's middle names.

It was essentially drug addiction without the drug. Certainly more dangerous than if he simply took a party drug at a house party surrounded by strangers. It wouldn't result in a faulty memory due to a black out and more that his life was potientially on the line.

Of course, he acts like some cocky little shit who somehow equates this to a one night stand without the sex ( not yet anyway ), " I do. Would it make you feel better if we did, get to know each other better? Play twenty questions? Have a date icebreaker?" He tilts his head, curious if such a thing would change anything. Would getting to know one's food actually work?

There's a playful pout as Cain rejects him yet again. A sane and considerate person would've back down by now, hell, they likely wouldn't have tried this in the first place but Jonathan was certainly being a bit stubborn in not accepting no for an answer.

He hums, leaning closer to the point his lips nearly brush against Cain's, "What every horny college student thinks about." There isn't a kiss that follows, instead Jonathan slides down to his knees in front of the other. One hand still on the desk's edge while the other slides down the side of Cain's thigh.

Looking up at the other, almost eager, "I imagine its different for you vampires but the premise is still the same."

"Not at all. It was a personal choice to swear off fresh blood." Mostly because it was difficult to find a steady source, but also because Cain lived a rather secluded life. Yes, he worked at length with many others, but he had very few lasting relationships. It wasn't even as though he felt like he was missing out because of it.

He just much preferred it. After all, at the end of the day, he was a monster.

Cain was sure that this was just something because Jonathan was bored and he'd moved on once he got bored of doing it. The last thing he wanted was to fulfill some enjoyment for the other until they discarded the whole thing and went to do whatever college kids his age did.

The Brit can't help but click his tongue. "It isn't all that different. Besides, I'm half," he says with a bit of a scoff. Surely the other had figured that out given that he can exist out in the sun and did hold a heartbeat and all. "Though, you realize how fruitless this endeavor would be had I not just fed, right?"

He hardly cares to admit that getting it up was a bit of a struggle. Not because he was exactly impotent, but because there's a severe lack of blood flow in his body in general for it in the first place.

To expect Cain to flip switches, lifestyles, to risk so much because of one stupidly curious student was entirely unfair. Just because he smelt alluring to the other, didn't mean he should be pushing the other man to change. That moment of clarity was almost short lived as he was very slowly starting to feel like himself again. He doesn't comment though, simply giving a little huff of breath as if accepting it.

Jonathan wasn't one to pick up something as serious as this, only to enjoy for a short amount of time. He wasn't in a frat house or on any sports teams so really his attention was focused on purely on whatever caught his attention. It wasn't like people were flocking to him either, they'd rather just have him as eye candy to distract themselves with. Before today, his focus was primarily clocks. It was his major after all, however this... this was something he wanted to be long lasting. That is if he could convince his professor which wasn't working in his favor at all.

He hadn't considered a half vampire option before because it hadn't crossed his mind. Mostly due to the fact it was never mentioned in his late night research. Halves of any species were possible and fairly common, it explained the other's normal passing abilities where he originally thought it was out of place before class.

Jonathan gives a toothy grin, his tongue passing between his teeth to flick over the tip of his canines, "Ah. I mean, it doesn't matter. While giving blowjobs is a preference of mine, marking up another's body brings just as much pleasure. I'm not that picky."

His hand slides up the length of Cain's body as he rises to his feet, pulling away to return it to the desk's edge. Granted it was a bit of a let down to know feeding was a major step, though he really shouldn't be surprised. He can easily adapt and find another way. Pleasure can be found in more than one place and he'd love the opportunity to explore and mark the other.

Cain idly thinks that this is why he doesn't want to deal with others for extended amounts of time. Stubborn people are just exhausting for someone who would prefer to live out his existence alone.

It is certainly safer that way and the man's lack of understanding as to feelings and affections made it easy for him to ignore whatever loneliness that plagued him. Or he had grown so used to the feeling, it didn't bother him quite so much.

Of course, that isn't to say that Cain is completely ignorant to physical wants. While he seldom indulged, he still knew what he liked. The way that his face flushes a bit and he looks away from the other. The man had hit something on the head so to speak. The flush was much more noticeable with him actually having a live looking complexion instead of his usual paler tone.

"D-Do you often proposition your professors something so scandalous?" The slight stammer really does nothing to help him hold some semblance of control. To try and not seem so flustered by Jonathan's words.

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