Vampire Boyfriend: Elias (complete)

Female Reader x Male Monster

You’re the day manager of Aware Ceramics, a store that’s part gallery and part shop for handmade pottery. Your boss is, in simple terms, a night person, so you’ve been hired to work the day shift as well as organize shows. At night, the owner holds pottery classes, hosts shows, and takes care of his side of the business. You often have meetings with him, and even take some of the pottery classes just to learn more about the items you sell.

The owner’s name is Elias Treadaway, and he only comes out once the sun has set. He lives above the shop, and once you close the gallery portion of the place, he comes down from his keep. He’s tall, bony and long-legged, with a certain willowy elegance, and so pale he almost looks translucent. You’ve sworn to protect his secret, and also to run certain errands for him during the day, because Elias is a vampire. He shares this secret with the art collectors, but he prefers that the attendees of the night class don’t know

Every evening, after you close shop, you help set up the gallery for shows or the art studio for classes. On Thursdays you go over business and discuss future plans for the business. Elias has come to trust your intuition, and pretty much lets you run things the way you want.

“Do we need to hire someone else for the morning shift?” he asks during one such meeting.

“Henry is doing fine. He opens well and customers like him,” you explain. “Or do you think we need more than one person until I get here?”

Elias looks over his tablet and turns it off. “There’s something about him that just bothers me. You said he can be hard to manage.”

“Well, yes,” you say with a shrug. “But since customers...”

“You’re the manager.” Elias stands from his chair. “He doesn’t listen to you, even treats you like a hindrance.”

You fold your hands in your lap under the table. “How do you know that?”

He taps his ear. “I’m not a fool. I hear things.”

You look at the tabletop as you twist a piece of paper in your lap. “He knows what he’s talking about. He went to art school, and...”

Elias snaps his fingers. “That’s why he bothers me. He’s a know-it-all.”

You grimace. “I’m not getting rid of Henry just because he's a know-it-all.”

“No, you’ll get rid of him if he undermines you again.” He leans over the table, resting his sharp jaw in his long palm as he looks directly at you. His red eyes are piercing, almost frightening. “If he talks down to you again, I’ll eat him.”

You look at him and frown. “Please don’t.”

Elias smirks wickedly at you. “Yes, you’re right. I shouldn’t. He’s vegan, and that can’t taste good.”

You smile at him. “You’re teasing me again.”

“Only a little, since I was so vicious during the last meeting.” He pulls your chair out and sees the piece of paper contorted between your hands. “Stop being nervous. It’s easier said than done, I know. But you’ve been here for over a year.”

You lay your hands back on the tabletop. “I’ve been doing this since high school.”

“Yes, yes, I know.” Elias goes back to his seat and turns his tablet back on. “Will you be attending any of the classes coming up?”

You nod, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. “I’d like to try. I still haven’t been able to attend the class about the kiln.”

“I’m actually thinking about canceling that class,” he sighs. “I feel like people just don’t understand the intricacies of its use.”

“It would be a good class for children.”

“I said no!” He makes a face, sticking his tongue out and shaking his head. “I despise children.”

“It would be fun. You’ve never seen a children’s art class, have you?”

“Messy, sticky, and uncultured,” he scoffs.

“But it’s joyful. It’s a chance to teach them culture,” you try to argue.

Elias tosses his long hair off his shoulder. Recently he’s been wearing it in a ponytail, and enjoys hitting people with it. “I trust your judgement, but this is just outside my comfort level. No kids!”

You sigh. “Fine. I’ll bring it up in another couple of weeks.”

“You do that and see where it gets you,” he smirks. “You must be hungry - why not go order something to eat while I get the quarterly reports drawn up?”

You rise from your chair. “I’m thinking about ordering from that new sushi place. Do you want anything?”

He arches a brow as he looks at you. You cup your hand over your mouth and laugh. “Sorry! Force of habit.”

Elias smirks at you. “I’d like something, but it would probably ruin the business relationship we’ve got going.”

Your face turns read and you force yourself to laugh again. “Oh, stop teasing!”

“I’m not, but okay.” He returns to looking at his tablet while you fetch the menu from the break room. You know he’s teasing, because there’s no way Elias would be interested in you. He flirts and can be cheeky, but that’s just because you’ve gotten close. He’s your boss, but he’s a good friend too, and that’s more than enough.

After you order your food you go back to the meeting room, where Elias is standing and staring out the open window. His legs look like they go all the way up to his neck. He turns, his hair falling off his shoulder. “I heard music outside.” He extends his long arm and offers his hand to you. “I feel like dancing.”

Your heart pulses, and the blood drains from your face. You follow his arm and look up into his eyes, then sputter with nervous laughter. “I’ve never danced before!”

“Ah, a virgin. How novel.” He takes your hand, pulling you close before slipping his palm around your waist. “I’ve always found virgins overrated.” He moves you easily, leading you into a dance as the music pours through the window.

“Wait! Wait! I’m stepping on your toes!” You can’t move as fast or gracefully as him, and you look down constantly to avoid stepping on his fancy shoes.

“Don’t worry about that.” Elias says. “Look into my eyes.”

The idea makes your face burn. “Elias, this is silly!” You force a giggle.

“Is it?” He spins you and pulls you back in, even closer than before. “You know, I’ve always wanted to tell you...”

The intercom doorbell chimes, and you break away. “That would be dinner.” Your voice cracks. “Be right back.”

There’s a slight pout on Elias’ face as you walk away. You retrieve your food, and when you reenter the meeting room Elias is sitting on the edge of the table with his tablet back in his grasp. “Go ahead and eat. We can stop talking business. But I did have an idea.”

“Tell me,” you say as you lay out the containers, your heart still jumping from the dance. “I’d love to hear it.”

“Well...” He tosses his ponytail again. “I got to thinking. What’s the opposite of children?”

You bring a bite to your mouth, then stop. “Cats?”

He smirks at you. “Exactly.” He gently pinches your cheek. “Adults, you fool. Married and dating adults, to be precise.”

“A couples class,” you muse.

“This!” He waves his hand back and forth between you. “This is why we work so well. I was just thinking how nice a couples class could be. Serve some wine, let them work together...”

“Like that scene from Ghost.”

Elias rolls his eyes. “Yes, like that.”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea, and if we do serve wine like you said, we’ll probably bring in a lot of interested people. If we have enough attendees, we could hold two classes.”

“You’re thinking too fast.” Elias chuckles. “But I’m glad you think ahead. Right now, I’m wondering where I will get a partner.”

“Maybe one of the artists from the gallery.”

Elias gives you a look and smiles.

“I can call a couple.” Your throat grows dry, and you swallow. “Maybe Salma? Or Maryam?”

Elias leans in closer to you. “Or how about you?”

“Elias, I’m not an artist!” you interject.

He reaches out and tucks your hair back behind your ear. “You’ve taken my classes, and you know the ins and outs of the artwork. Plus, you’re approachable, unlike Salma. And you’re fun, unlike Maryam.”

“I would get too nervous!”

“Don’t tell me that. I’ve seen you in the shop. You know how to talk to customers and teach them about what they’re buying. I think you’d be perfect.”

You press your lips into a firm line. “Maybe if we practiced some?”

His brows perk up. “Together?”

You shrug, then nod. Elias smiles. “How about tomorrow after work?”

“You have that dinner with the director of the art board, though.”

He scoffs. “I’ve been looking for an excuse to bail. Those board meetings are so stuffy and repressed. I would much rather get my hands dirty with you,” he winks.

“Oh stop that,” you laugh.

Elias stands up. “Tomorrow after work, have Henry work late so you can join me. I insist. I’ll even provide the wine. I have something special in my collection just for the occasion.”

The next evening, as you close up the shop, Elias comes downstairs. He’s dressed casually, which still shocks you, even though he only makes pottery in clothes he doesn’t mind getting filthy. Seeing him in a t-shirt and jeans makes you feel like you’re looking at Elias’ country cousin. He pinches his brow at you. “What are you looking at?”

“You look so different in your pottery clothes,” you giggle. “It gets me every time.”

He smirks at you, tilting his head to the side so his ponytail falls off his head. “I hope you have a change of clothes. That little black dress won’t survive.”

You smile awkwardly and chuckle. “Let me finish sweeping and I’ll go change. I can meet you downstairs.”

“Let Henry sweep in the morning. That’s what you hired him for.” Elias heads towards the stairs. “I’ll be waiting.”

You go into the bathroom to change, putting on a pair of old sweatpants and a baggy shirt. You look at yourself in the mirror, wishing you looked cuter in this casualwear. Elias looks so effortlessly lovely, even in his pottery casuals. You feel dumpy and homely. You sigh and turn away towards the basement art studio.

Elias has set up a pottery wheel, has water and tools laid out, and is hacking off a chunk of clay to work with. He looks up as you come down and smiles. “You look so comfy.” He wipes his hands clean. “But you’re missing something.”

“I figured you would have an apron.” You stop in front of him, and he takes your arm, turns you around and gathers your hair in his hands.

“You won’t want your hair in the way,” he says as he ties it up. His fingers caress the back of your neck, and you shiver. “Much better.”

You can’t look at him just yet. Your face is hot and probably beet-red. “Thanks.” You go over to the pottery wheel and dust off the top, sprinkling it with water before you turn it on. Elias smacks the chunk of clay on it. He sits in the chair, then pats his lap. “Come sit.”

Now you know your face is red and his lap does look very inviting. But you think to yourself how you should at least try and not act so excited about it. “I can get a chair?”

Elias chuckles. “I thought we’d play into the role of the class. But if you’d like-”

“I don’t wanna crush you or anything.” You laugh nervously. “Would be quite awkward to look you in the eye then.”

He holds his hand out to you and smirks. “If you want to sit, sit. You aren’t going to crush me.”

You take the seat, sitting between his legs. “Comfy,” you giggle. You feel silly, but you like that he’s so close, not that you’d readily admit it.  He presses against your back, smoothing his hands over yours as he cranks the pottery wheel. He pours the water on while you hold the clay, then places his hand back over yours. Your heart is pounding right between your ears. Elias guides your hands, both of them growing muddy together as you shape the clay. You feel hot and tingly all over.

“You okay?” Elias asks. You squeak and nod your head.

“You just feel so warm, I got concerned. Well, then, what should we make? A vase? A bowl?”

“I’m good with whatever,” you murmur.

Elias’ hair falls over your shoulder, a cascade of dark locks that wafts his scent directly into your nose. He smells so good, he feels good, but this isn’t good. Your mind is sputtering. You squeeze too hard on the clay, and some of it comes flying off and smacks you both in the face. “Oops,” you whimper.

Elias takes his foot off the pedal and begins to laugh. He wipes the wet clay from his face, then hugs you, laughing harder because of your dopey expression. The laughter breaks through your embarrassment, and you begin to laugh too. You’re both giggling, then suddenly you’re kissing. You taste clay on your tongue before you realize what’s going on.

You pull back, horrified at yourself. “Oh, god.” You jump up from the chair. “I am so sorry, Elias! That was horribly unprofessional of me!”

He furrows his brow. “I was rather enjoying it.”

You cup your hands around your face in shame only to realize you’ve smeared more wet clay all over yourself. “Oh come on!” you complain.

Elias stands and takes your hands into his. “Just stop,” he whispers. “Stop taking everything you do as embarrassing. There’s nothing horrible about you. It’s all in your head. You’re wonderful.”

“But...”

“No,” he scolds. “We kissed, I loved it, and I want more. It’s the first time I’ve seen you do something you really want, and I want to see more of that side of you.” He cups your cheek in his palm.

“But...”

Elias presses his thumb over your lips. “What did I say?” he smiles.

You nod. “All this clay.”

Elias grins and kisses you again. “I don’t really care.”

You lean into the kiss, confused as to why he would want it as well. You reluctantly pull back to see his sharp teeth. “Wait...”

“Right, right,” he chuckles. “We can go upstairs and wash up, and I’ll pour you some wine and order you some dinner.” He smiles at you like a kid on Christmas.

Your face flushes, and you look down. “Okay.”

You’ve been up into his apartment many times. It’s open-plan, and the rear wall is nothing but racks of clothes with his bed in front of them. The living room and bar are on a lower level than the sleeping area, with a wall of mirrors that holds the door to the bathroom. Elias lets you go in first, offering you a set of clean clothes to change into. You wash your face, wishing you had your makeup with you so you could at least make yourself presentable. The clothes he’s given you are in your size, a comfy sweater and a matching set of leggings. You wonder if he has clothes set aside for all his friends as you change and step out.

“I knew you’d look so cute.” He kisses your cheek and places a glass of wine into your hand. “Make yourself comfortable. Food will be here shortly. I’m going to wash my hair, so it may take a minute.”

“Thank you. Take your time.”

He kisses you softly, tilting your head up. “I want you here. I have for a long time. This isn’t a game,” he says seriously. “You’re wonderful to me.”

You nod. “Okay.”

Elias frowns. “More than okay, I’ll show you that.” He goes into the bathroom while you sit down on the sofa. Music is playing, and he has the fireplace going. Everything seems so cozy, it’s almost like a dream. Which it may very well be.

The food arrives, and you eat at the bar after struggling to get up onto the stool. As you’re enjoying your food, Elias comes out in comfortable clothes, drying his hair with a towel. “Now you know my secret.” He shows you the towel, which has black stains all over it. “I dye my hair!”

“That was a secret?”

He grins at you. “Cruel.” He comes up and kisses your cheek. “All vampires have albinism, but I feel the white hair just makes me look more like a ghost.”

“I think you’d look ethereal.”

He shrugs. “Maybe, but I prefer black.” He tosses the towel back into the bathroom, and his hair falls over his shoulders, looking disheveled and sexy. “Are you enjoying your food?”

You nod. “Very much. I was craving something spicy.”

“So am I.” He turns the music up. “Maybe we can try dancing again.”

“Oh, please no,” you whimper.

He chuckles and lounges back on the sofa. “Fine. What would you like to do?”

You slip off the stool and sit near him on the sofa. He moves in closer, putting his arm around you and snuggling close. He smells even better after his shower, and your throat feels dry again. Elias leans in and sniffs the top of your head. A soft moan floats through his throat and vibrates in his chest. “Might I make a suggestion?”

You bite your lip. “Sure.”

His lips brush against your ear. “I want to play with your hair.”

You giggle nervously. “Really?”

“Really.” He takes your hair down then combs his fingers through it, caressing the back of your neck. “It’s so soft and fluffy, all these lovely curls. Plus, I get to be close to you and touch you.”

“Elias,” you murmur.

“Hush,” he breathes. “You’re beautiful. You’re soft and delicate. I want to run more than just my fingers over you.”

“Hey,” you protest shyly.

He bites the tip of your ear and moans softly. “I won’t unless you ask, of course.”

You swallow and try to hold your breath. His fingers feel so good on your scalp, his body is so close and smells so good.

“I have felt a synchronization between us ever since we first met. We work well together, and I have tried to stave off my appetite, but as our friendship has grown, so has my attraction to you. I’ve fallen for you, and I’ve never meant those words more.”

You feel like you could cry. “Elias,” you whimper.

He turns you around and kisses you. You grab hold of him, pulling him closer as his kiss becomes intense. He moans into your mouth, moving his kisses down your throat and onto your shoulder. “I love you,” he breathes. “I do. I love you!”

“Stop.” You start to cry.

He holds your face between your hands and kisses your tears. “Stop what?”

You sniffle and hiccup. “I don’t want you to see me cry.”

He chuckles and kisses you lovingly. “Can I keep touching you?”

You hiccup again. “You want to?”

Elias nods, kissing you again. His hands move under your sweater and run gently along your skin, teasing you slowly so your nerves tingle with excitement. You whimper and close your eyes, taking deep breaths as his lips join his hands. He kisses your breasts and licks a nipple, and you feel the tug of sharp teeth. “Ah!”

“Too hard?”

You shake your head. “It was...”

He bites again, and you cry out again. “You like it.”

You cover your face with your hands. “Maybe.”

He sits back up, pulling off his shirt. “I’m a vampire. I’m made to bite.” He licks his tongue over his teeth. “If you like being bitten, then I am the lover made for you.”

You peer through your fingers at him. His lithe and willowy body is so pretty, like a pearl. You swallow hard and nod. “You can bite me.”

He dips down, kissing you. “May I bite your thigh?”

You inhale sharply. “Why there?”

“Soft flesh,” he purrs into your ear. “Warm blood. Delicious and sweet. I don’t need a reason to be buried there really.”

“S-sure,” you gulp.

He pulls down the leggings, kissing your legs and hips before opening your thighs. He opens his mouth wide all the way back to his ears, showing off more sharp teeth, and you whimper and close your eyes as you feel his bite. It pinches at first, then dulls to a warm fluttery sensation. He moans against you as he drinks your blood. It should be disturbing, but instead you feel aroused by it. Elias is drinking you, he’s taking you into himself, wanting more of you.

He draws away, licking the bite marks. He breathes raggedly, still ravenous, still wanting more. He turns his head and his lips to the front of your panties. “Wait!” you gasp. “I’m...”

“Wet,” he moans. His tongue laps over the fabric. “So very wet.”

You grab the top of his head. “It’s gross. Wait.”

“Gross?” he asks sharply. “Who told you that?”

You avert your gaze. “Whoever said such a thing is a montorous fool.” His hands reach into your panties. “Nothing is more sinful a treat than something rich, moist, and decadent.”

“Don’t say it like that!” you protest.

He chuckles, kissing you as his fingers work inside you, and you can hear them squelching with your fluids. “Fuck,” he moans into your ear. “Such heat, it’s melting me.”

“Elias,” you mewl.

He bites your neck playfully. “Does it feel good? Does it make you feel sexy?”

“Elias,” you cry again.

“Come,” he commands. “Come for me. Let me feel you pulse. Let me make you feel more than any person ever tried. Come and scream.”

“Elias!” You thrash your head from side to side, panting and heaving as his fingers twist inside you. Your legs open wider, your back arches off the sofa as you thrust against his hand. You don’t realize you’re screaming until the orgasm breaks. His hand pulls away, fingers glossy and smile smug. He sucks his fingers clean, then pulls your panties away and kisses you.

“Elias,” you breathe. “That felt so...”

“I know.” He kisses you again. “I’ll do it as much as you want, whenever you want. I can be your toy, your lover. I will be yours forever.”

You wrap your weak limbs around him, pulling him into you. His cock is long like the rest of him, burying deep inside you so that you can feel every inch. He growls into your ear, grunting as he begins to tremble. “I love you,” he whispers sweetly. “And I will fill you with it until you believe me.”

You nod, tears rolling down your cheek. “I love you too, Elias. I just… never...”

“You are worthy of me,” he whispers. “More than worthy. You are everything. You are a blessing.” He moves inside you, rocking slowly. “My love, my light.”

You rake your hands down his back. “Elias!”

“Cry for me, and I’ll worship you.” He presses tightly against your body.

You cling to him, holding tightly as his body moves deeper inside you. The night wears on and you move to the bed. By morning - at least you think it is - you have several bite marks on your thighs. Your legs feel weak, and you’re slightly dizzy. The apartment is dark, because the windows are covered. Elias is sleeping beside you, looking almost dead, with his hair spilled out over the pillows and one hand draped across you. His eyes open slowly, and he smiles.

“There’s a fridge under the bar with some orange juice. You can call in whatever you want for breakfast.”

You kiss him lovingly and snuggle back into his arms. “I’d probably fall down if I tried to walk.”

He holds you close. “Last night was amazing. Did you enjoy it?”

“I enjoyed you more than the night.” Your face burns as you think back. “Did you mean what you said?”

“That I love you?” he purrs. “Yes. I meant it. I meant everything.”

You smile. “I love you, too.”

“Even better.” He kisses your forehead. “Stay with me today.”

“What about Henry?”

He pulls you closer and laughs. “What about him?”