prohibitions | When love became an act of defiance

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.

A smirk curls in the corner of Jonathan's mouth at the sight of the flush on his professor's face. Proud of himself that he was somehow able to manage that before he comes to the realization that he might've struck something, an interest.

"Normally, no. You're actually the first." He drops his gaze as he reaches for Cain's hand, undoing the buttons along the cuff to push up the other's sleeve enough to press a kiss against his wrist, closing his eyes.

Jonathan wasn't one to go after his professors like some movie or book love cliche. Despite how easy it might be with his attractiveness. What surprises even himself is that he was willing to do that now. Especially with how very little he knows about Cain to begin with.

Being any level of intimate with anyone of his classmate had a higher level of risk. That he might be too rough and physically hurt them or lose control and reveal his nature on accident. While he should find another supernatural student over propositioning his professor is another thing but Cain's vampiric nature has him more than intrigued.

Jonathan opens his mouth to lightly drag his canines down Cain's wrist before pulling away, "I'll let you order me around if that's your thing. You should have a little fun, professor." He chimes with, trying to find ways to get Cain to cave.

"What makes me different?" Cain is either asking out of curiosity or as a means to keep talking as a distraction. Or maybe to make the other think and realize that this isn't something he wanted to do at all.

Or at least until he lets out the smallest of whimpers when he feels sharp teeth against his skin and the feeling making him shiver. He quickly covers his mouth, but the other surely had heard the embarrassing noise.

"It isn't," he replied before swallowing audibly. "We really shouldn't be doing this." His words aren't as firm though. They falter with each syllable as though he was struggling to keep believing his own words. That the other was slowly breaking down those walls that he was trying to keep upright.

Jonathan pauses for a moment, "The fact that you are. Different, I mean; not completely human. Had you not reacted to my little stunt, I likely would have never pursued like this and would have gone through your lectures like every other student." He admits with the tilt of his head. He wasn't going to really admit that he had a thing for older men either.

He was going to add more to that but the small whimper that escapes from Cain and his attempt to hide it take his attention instead like he might've just found something and in turn, gives the other a knowing look. There is a interested soft hum as Cain denies his earlier comment.

"We shouldn't and yet, you haven't made much of an effort to stop me." Cain thus far had only really relied on his words to sway the other to come to reason and try to stop his advancements but Jonathan has been pushing through them with action.

He does press closer, keeping his grip on the other's wrist as his lips practically brush against Cain's but still allowing the other to push him away if he wanted to. "No one will find out. It could be our little secret."

"It's very difficult to resist someone I've already tasted," Cain replies stiffly. Of course, it was Jonathan's blood, but it really was a struggle to not give in when the other was so close and he could smell the other so strongly. It had been awhile since he had tasted another in any capacity and it was difficult not to get ensnared.

Harder when the other was actively pursuing him when he was trying to resist.

"I'd be taking advantage of you." It's honestly a weak argument because was it really him taking advantage of the other or vice versa? Jonathan really had all the power at this moment. Not him.

Oh.

The new set information has him piecing everything together. Guessing how much the Cain must be trying to resist his every move while he was still under the influence of an vampiric aphrodisiac with his mind set on one thing only. Being relentless in trying to achieve it.

"I already told you I wanted this. Offered myself. And really, professor, I think the tables are turned in my favor here." Cain only confirmed that he held most of the cards and would likely still be that way moving forward if he managed to get Cain to fully cave. Close proximity only aided in his advantage and he wasn't about to lay off in his advancements, not when he was so close.

Jonathan knows he can't take this anywhere remotely serious past this, they were still in a lecture hall and he never knew whose class took it after his own finished. Using the bustle in the hallway as a way to determine just how much time they really had to before he needed to force himself to stop.

His voice drops, "Just let go." He says before leaning forward to nip at Cain's lower lip before pressing in for a kiss. His hands itching to claw into the desk but resisting for the sake of potential suspicions.

In the end, Cain had worked so hard to have his defenses up that he was completely vulnerable if anyone were to tear those defenses down. And Jonathan was doing just that. He was utterly weak to the other and the other wasn't even wrong. They very much had a huge advantage over him.

He was completely trapped. Trapped between Jonathan and the table. The other's scent was so strong. So sweet. Even if he had eaten, it was hard not to want the other when they were so close.

So when Jonathan kisses him, he completely melts into it. He kisses back feverishly; the smallest noise from the back of his throat. His walls completely crumbled and pretty much at the mercy of the other.

The reaction he won from Cain made it hard to believe this was the same man who fought so hard to push him away, to get him to stop from going this far.

Jonathan nearly purrs at the small victory. His hands blindly making an effort to push aside his professor's books and bag further back along the desk top before his hands move towards Cain' hips and lifts him up to place him on his desk with what seemed like minimal effort. Giving the other some height.

Keeping his hands on the other's thighs, he licks into the other's mouth to deepen the kiss further. As much as he would like to untuck his professor's shirt to slip his hands underneath, to undo the tie around his neck to leave marks along the skin, he tries his best to keep himself in check. It would be rather suspicious to leave the other a disheveled mess on his desk, scrambling to make himself presentable before leaving the lecture hall like none of this happened.

Making this a bit a tease in a sense. A taste-tester for things to come should Jonathan choose torment his professor further.

Cain only vaguely aware of their change in position. It didn't really matter to him, honestly. He couldn't think much passed the warmth from the other and how the other tasted on his tongue.

Jonathan could probably smell and taste his blood on the other still.

The older man wraps his legs around Jonathan's waist, a needy little sound from the back of his throat. Was the other really going to not go passed some making out when he pushed so hard to convince Cain to get frisky with him? Absolutely terrible.

That is, if the other was going to have the self restraint to stop at some point.

Jonathan can taste the hints of metallic, still smell it coming off the other but for some reason, he finds it more alluring than before. Likely some effect from the vampiric aphrodisiac or something more that he couldn't place.

With every little sound that Cain makes, it makes him want to draw out even more from him. Not at all considering if the lecture hall had thin walls or not. Its almost like a switch clicks after some time, his right hand slides up the other's thigh before he starts to untuck the other's shirt from his pants, just enough to slide a hand underneath.

Cain would be able to feel claws lightly drag down his back, a sign that the idea of making the other a bit more vocal was enough to slip up his control further. His other hand made its way up to undo Cain's tie and the first few buttons of his shirt to expose some of his neck.

He knows there was a limit to how far he could go, with this, he was pushing it a little more than he originally set to. He could go further still but his self-restraint was tugging him back.

Jonathan basically has Cain eating out of the palm of his hand. The leaner man arches his back with a throaty little moan. A shiver of pleasure as he enjoys the claws that run down his back.

He felt a bit overwhelm. Overstimulated already. He had avoided physical intimacy with others; becoming a shut in who merely watched people. Matters of the heart or physical pleasure weren't things he ever really let himself indulge in for awhile now.

All Jonathan has done was remind him of something his body craved. Fresh blood and pleasure that he had been denying himself all these years.

There's a beak in the kiss as Jonathan kisses the other's jaw and works his way down to his neck, leaving kisses and drags of teeth along the way until he reaches a spot beneath the collar to really leave a mark. Not hard enough to break the skin but one that would be easy to hide if it were to linger but he was rather doubtful that it would.

Claws still drag down Cain's back, though in different directions at varying pressures. Hard enough that they leave a trail behind them but then light enough that they just glide over the skin. His other hand gently squeezing the other's thigh.

What he wouldn't do to just give in and take his professor here and now, leaving him an utter mess on the top of his desk.

When love became an act of defiance

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