Epic of Vampire: The Crippled Vampire Prince Is Actually The Strongest

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Paul tried to show off in front of Chris while trying to keep it cool so he wouldn’t look like an awkward loser all the time.

Although Chris found that cute sometimes, he didn’t really want him to find him cute for such reasons, and he wanted to improve.

Kissing him for so long slightly helped him gain some confidence, hilariously enough. After finally clarifying each other’s feelings and everything else, the tension in the air disappeared.

Although both were still nervous deep down, they felt much more at ease. Chris sat in the kitchen while looking at Paul's work with a cocky, teasing smile.

While Paul liked him, he still didn’t like it too much when he teased him or made fun of him, so he wanted to show he was cool and make Chris fall more for him.

Although the young man was quite awkward socially, he was rather proud of his cooking skills, which he had been sharpening since he was a young kid.

Mostly because his mother would always be working outside and his father, in his early years when he lived with them, never did anything, and he had to cook for him.

“So~! What are you making me, Paul?”

Chris looked with great interest; this was the moment for Paul to finally impress him in a way that wasn’t just feats inside a video game.

“I was thinking of making some four-cheese risotto with roasted potatoes and some salmon with some salsa that my mom sometimes makes,” said Paul.

“Ohh, nice! I’m looking forward to it,” said Chris while crossing his legs. “Now get to work, my little servant! You still owe me a lot, actually; I saved your ass in the game with my last-minute transformation.”

“Oh that, you… Yeah, you really saved everyone; to be honest, that was awesome,” laughed Paul as he started cooking. "Sure, I guess I do owe you some favors for that, but I also let you have the big treasure of a boss, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t count,” said Chris, opening the bag he brought and beginning to drink some beer. “Ugeh, it’s all warm already. Fuck, I’ll place them in the freezer.”

“Ah, sure…” Paul saw Chris place things in the freezer, his eyes glued to his backside, which was quite round and nice-looking. 

“What are you looking at~?” Chris noticed his gaze almost instantly, looking at him with a teasing smile.

“A-Ah, nothing…” Paul continued cooking, deciding to just concentrate on what was in front of him. “Ah, right, I didn’t know you drank beer when we went to the restaurant but ended up ordering some juice instead, right?”

"Yeah, but I do like me some beer sometimes; I rarely drink though, mostly when I go to pubs and shit,” Chris said, drinking another sip. “What? You don’t drink?”

“It’s not that I haven’t drank before, but I don’t like it... I don’t really like alcohol that much.” Paul said. “Weird right? Everyone likes it; I just never really liked the flavor.”

“It’s not really about the flavor, but how it gets you,” said Chris. “Like getting slightly drunk and stuff... It’s pretty nice and relaxing sometimes; it lets you get off all that stress. Eventually, you get addicted to that feeling, so even if the flavor is not so good, you identify it as that pleasurable feeling, and you find it delicious.”

“Oh, so that’s how it is.” Paul nodded, taking out the salmon and beginning to stir-fry it after he prepared the pan with some garlic, olive oil, and a bit of butter. “I don’t know how I am while being drunk... But if you’re here, I could try, if you want.”

“Hahah, naaah, don’t force yourself if you don’t want to; I know you’re my baby boy, Paul~” laughed Chris.

“Baby boy?!” Paul felt embarrassed. "Okay, fine, I’ll drink! Look, I’m also an adult; I’m not a kid, you know?”

Paul took the bait way too easily, beginning to drink from the same can as Chris without hesitation. It was an indirect kiss, but after kissing for almost an hour, which even included sucking on his tongue, he had little shame left.

“Phew! Ahh… Ugh, it tastes bad,” sighed Paul, groaning.

“Hahaha, nice! Well done!” laughed Chris. “We have to enjoy while we are young; my parents are always sulking about the “good ol’ days,” so we gotta get drunk and go to parties, and shit Paul, I’ll bring you along if you want.”

“Today?” Paul felt slightly nervous.

“Nah, another day, probably next week,” said Chris. “Wanna go to a gay bar, I know?”

“G-Gay bar?! Wait, but I’m not gay.” Paul went back to cooking.

“Hahah, yeah, sure... I mean, trans people and bisexuals also go there, but we all call it the gay bar,” laughed Chris. 

“O-Oh, did you meet... with someone there? Like, do you go on dates with other people?” Paul was slightly curious.

“No, I only had a boyfriend years ago and haven’t exactly recovered well from the breakup.” Chris sighed. “Until you showed up and you just started kissing me, and here we are... I’m not even sure what we're going to do in the future, but we’re friends now, so I don’t really mind giving you some kisses from time to time; you sure love them, don’t you?”

“A-Ah, that’s…” Paul became all embarrassed, and Chris giggled after seeing his ears become all red.

He walked towards him, hugging his stomach from behind. Chris caressed his hard biceps with his hands and then whispered in his ears.

“What? Are you embarrassed again~? You’re such a mess.

“Uwaah!”

Hearing Chris' tender voice so close made Paul’s entire spine shiver, almost making him drop the rice he was cooking.

“C-Careful there! Hahaha! You’re so funny!”

“Geez, can you stop teasing me? I won’t take responsibility for what happens next.”

“Oh? What’s going to happen next?”

“…”

Paul had enough, leaving what he was cooking aside, grabbing Chris' arms, pulling him towards him, and beginning to kiss his lips again.

“Hm?! Hmm…”

Chris was surprised and was about to pull Paul away, but in the end he fell for the pleasure, letting Paul kiss him passionately. Their tongues met again, and he just couldn’t have enough of his sloppy kisses.

“Fuck~”

As Paul pulled out his tongue from his mouth, the two looked into each other’s eyes.

“Was that supposed to be a punishment~?” Chris giggled, caressing Paul’s face.

“Maybe I should be rougher then?” Paul grasped Chris' ass very tightly.

“O-Ouch! Hey!” Chris pouted a bit in embarrassment, and then Paul gave his ass a hard slap.

SLAP!

“Aahh~ D-Don’t do that!”

“You’re saying that, but you literally moaned.”

“T-That’s not… Ugh, fine!”

Chris went away and sat down.

“You won for now, but I won’t back down next time either. You’ll see.”

Paul didn’t even know what he meant with those words as he went back to continue cooking. After thirty minutes, the meals were done, and Chris quickly went back to his usual self. Although Paul “won” in whatever contest they were having, he goes back to his usual teasing and mocking personality rather quickly.

It wasn’t as if Chris would go too far either; he always balanced his jokes with genuinely nice things, and Paul was kind of a masochist; he really liked Chris being a teasing and bratty guy, although he hated to admit it.

“And done, risotto, salmon, and roasted potatoes. Also, I got some wine; do you like that? I rarely drink, but…”

“Sure! What wine? White wine? Goes well with fish.”

Chris immediately got excited, and Paul was slightly disappointed that he liked alcohol to such an extent, but who didn’t? It wasn’t really something to see as a flaw at this point in society.

“Yeah, it’s actually my mom’s wine, but I’m sure she won’t mind if we take some…” said Paul, putting a black and white wine bottle.

“Oh, nice, they’re some expensive ones,” Chris licked his lips, serving himself some while trying the food, as Paul looked at him with a gentle smile.

“So?”

Chris ate the risotto, then the potatoes, and then the salmon. Taking small pieces out of the food with his fork, Paul noticed how graceful and delicate his movements were, actually.

“Not bad… It’s pretty good—better than my dad’s cooking, for sure,” laughed Chris. “I love the risotto! It’s so cheesy, and I love cheese~ Hmm~!”

Chris continued eating without stopping as Paul felt utterly flattered that the man he liked had said such compliments about his cooking.

"Oh, the salmon is on point; the butter and garlic flavors go so well! And this white sauce you put on it—it is like a bit of citric—has yogurt too! What is it?”

“We usually use that sauce for nachos, but my mom also puts it on fish; it’s really good. We just call it salsa in the family.”

“Man, it’s good~”

Chris was a big foodie, actually, and Paul was beginning to learn a very quick way to earn his love—through the stomach!

He had finished his plate first, while Paul was still halfway through it.

“Hmm, phew! It was actually pretty good; what the hell! You’re a good chef, Paul!” Chris winked at him. “I wouldn’t mind having you as my house husband~ Haha!”

“W-What?! Are you for real?” Paul wondered, feeling embarrassed.

“I-I was joking! I didn’t mean it for real, dummy.” Chris panicked for a moment because Paul actually liked that idea. “But yeah, you’re good... You've kind of won yourself a little prize now. I’ll give it to you later~”

“A little prize?” Paul wondered, feeling rather nervous about what that could even be.

As Paul wondered about that, he noticed a sneaky fork slowly reaching his plate.

And then he took a piece of his roasted potato.

“Nom!”

Chris then devoured it.

“Hey!”

Paul was slightly surprised that he did that all of a sudden.

“What~? I didn’t do anything! Heh.”

“…”

Paul continued eating, but a sneaky fork would approach once more, several times. He had to defend his food, rapidly blocking the fork with his own.

CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!

A battle between forks was unleashed, but Chris was much better and more dexterous, stealing little bits of food as they battled.

“Nom, nom, nom!”

Paul wanted to tell him to stop eating his food, but he also found him so goddamn cute that he didn’t really care at this point.

Maybe he was just very weak against him.

“If you’re eating all my food, then I am not going to share the rewards for the Raid,” said Paul.

“Geh?! Hey, why not?” wondered Chris.

“Just stop; you already had your plate, Chris,” said Paul. “I had no idea you were this much of a foodie.”

“Ugh… Okay, sorry…” Chris sighed. “I’m still a tiny bit hungry. I usually eat a slightly larger portion.”

“You look so nice; I never thought you ate so much.” Paul laughed.

“Hey, well, thank you~” Chris winked at him. “I just do exercise every day to keep my health in check, though I do have some developing belly fat anyway... Lately, my chest has grown too, ugh, but my figure remains slender, still like the fat is just going to other places.”

“Yeah, like that fat ass he has.” Paul thought for a moment. “Or those thick thighs...”

“Hm? I bet you’re thinking something perverted now,” Chris noticed Paul’s gaze.

“W-Wha…?! I’m not thinking anything!” Paul finished his meal quickly afterward.

Once they were done eating, they decided to watch some movies together to finish their little date. Paul ordered some ice cream after Chris requested it, and they started eating ice cream while watching Meetflix.

“This movie’s kind of boring, but he sure loves it,” Chris thought, looking at Paul rather interested in the whole narrative.

They were watching a movie called “Planet of the Gorillas." It was about gorillas given human intelligence that revealed against humans; Chris found it lame; he didn’t really like apes either. But Paul was all for it, so they ended up watching it.

“Hmm~”

And then, as Paul was all distracted, Chris rested his head over Paul’s shoulder, and then his hand moved to his legs, slowly sliding down below.

“Hm? C-Chris?”

Paul blushed as he noticed Chris being all cuddly with him.

“What? Can’t we cuddle?”

“S-Sure…”

As Paul hugged him back, Chris started massaging something down there.

Until it fully awakened, rising beneath Paul’s pants.

“H-Hey, what are you…? Ah!”

Paul noticed Chris smiling teasingly, licking his lips as he was grabbing Paul’s boner very tightly.

“What do you think I’m doing? I’m going to give you your prize, Paul~”

“M-My prize…?”

Paul gulped saliva as he could quickly guess what this “prize” truly was.

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