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Chapter 11.1 - A Little Stab-Cute

Vlad doesn’t waste a moment before tackling Akira to the ground. 

“Is this how you greet every visitor?” 

“We don’t have visitors.” His eyes are wild as he wraps a hand around Akira’s neck. “We have enemies.”

That was a fucking understatement.

The Strauds greeted the mailman with a hatchet if the mood moved them, and they had a virtual graveyard hidden in these hills. Sims (it was always sims) seemed determined to fuck around and find out.

“Do I look like an enemy?” Akira teases. He's hoping to rile Vlad enough to throw him off his game, but the man is focused. Growling, he plunges his knife into Akira’s side. It’s unpleasant but also invigorating.

No fae ever died from anything so small as a knife wound. Healing it is almost as easy as breathing. 

“Hold still!” Vlad hisses, as he pulls the knife out and lifts his arm to bring it down again. He tightens his hold on Akira’s neck, veins popping as he squeezes harder.

Lust and lightheadedness war as Akira snaps his arm up to block the knife’s descent. “I want you to know my devotion, but you get one.”

“I get as many as I need.” Vlad’s nostrils flare as he bares his teeth. “You have been haunting me!” He tries to thrust the knife in again. “You made me think I was crazy! I couldn’t sleep! I couldn’t eat. I thought you were a figment of my imagination!”

There’s a broken note in his voice that stops Akira cold. “Time out. You didn’t imagine me.” He pushes the knife away and sits up slightly, rubbing the bruises on his neck. “And I was never trying to make you feel crazy. That wasn’t my intent. You should not have seen me but I guess that was my bad.”

Gently, as if he hadn't just been trying to slit Akira's throat, Vlad reaches down and strokes the tips of Akira’s ears. “You are far prettier up close than I imagined,” he murmurs.

Akira shifts, suppressing a groan. This isn’t a great location for sex, but Vlad is literally sitting on his dick and looking at him like—

“Can I behead you?”

“What the fuck? No! Get off me!”

Vlad rolls to his feet and pockets the knife in one smooth movement. “I wasn’t asking permission. I just wanted to know if it was a viable method for killing you.”

The fucking ego on this guy.

“I am not telling you how to kill me,” Akira bites out. “In what universe would I pop into your yard to give you a crash course on how to eliminate me?”

“In the same universe where you’ve been hiding in the bushes like a rockstar cosplaying an assassin.”

“Excuse me?”

Vlad tilts his head, his eyes glinting silver in the moonlight. He really is gorgeous. “You’re wearing leather pants.” 

Akira feels a blush rising at his blatant stare. “There is nothing wrong with leather pants. I don’t know why you would bring that up.”

Vlad doesn’t agree or disagree, he simply lunges. And that’s how Akira learns the sim is fast. 

Preternaturally so.

His momentum works against him, though. As he twists, Vlad’s knees hit the pallet of construction bags behind him and he falls backward.

Akira dives after him, taking one blow to the jaw before dodging a second. “Are you finished?” he grounds out.

“No. I am just getting started. I could do this all night.” 

The combination of conviction and breathlessness sends Akira’s pulse racing. “Yeah, I could too, but I think we’ve got better ways to pass the time.” 

“Do you want a weapon?” Vlad purrs, but Akira has learned his lesson. The man could go from seduction to murder in under 60 seconds. He doesn’t relinquish his position, gripping Vlad’s thigh before he can kick out.

"Nope. And you’re not gonna kill me because you’re gonna date me."

“Date you?” Vlad goes still. “I’m flattered, but I couldn’t possibly. I’m already seeing someone.”

Leaning down until his lips are nearly by Vlad's ear, Akira whispers, “I know. She’s gonna date me too.”

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