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Alhaitham isn’t your run-of-the-mill vampire - he’s a hybrid who shuns the grim clichés of centuries-old pale recluses. But when a catastrophic failure at the Sumeru City Blood Bank wipes out their entire supply, Kaveh offers to let Alhaitham feed from him directly. Neither of them could have foreseen the life-altering consequences that one fateful bite would trigger.
“Yes, for the thousandth time, I'm sure, you oversized mosquito. Just do it.”
Alhaitham inhaled slowly, allowing Kaveh’s scent to envelop his senses as his body tingled with something unfamiliar - tense and anticipatory. It was as though the vein beneath Kaveh’s soft skin was calling out Alhaitham’s name, beckoning him in with a powerful lull like a siren’s song.
Kaveh didn’t flinch as the tips of Alhaitham's fangs came to rest hesitantly on his throat, and with one final, resolute breath, he gave in. Thumb caressing the other side of Kaveh’s neck as he held him in place, Alhaitham punctured his skin with a gentle bite.
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Overwhelmed by the sensation of Alhaitham’s breath against his skin, heart beating erratically, Kaveh grunted softly and tried to step over the fallen bucket - but the movement only pushed them closer, tangling their legs and trapping Alhaitham’s thigh firmly between his own.
“You’re not going to make it any bigger by squirming,” Alhaitham hissed, hand clamping down on Kaveh’s waist and holding him in place with a grip that had turned to steel.
Kaveh sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden pressure, his body reacting before his brain could catch up and sending a jolt of heat flaring beneath his skin. “I - gods, would you just -”
“Shh,” Alhaitham interrupted harshly.
“No, you shh,” Kaveh shot back in a whisper, bapping Alhaitham petulantly on the arm. “I think I can move my leg, just -”
Alhaitham exhaled a quick, frustrated huff and twisted his torso just enough to be able to slide one palm up from Kaveh’s side, tracing a distractingly firm line along his body before landing squarely over his mouth. “Shut up,” Alhaitham whispered directly into his ear, lips brushing just close enough to make the words feel like a threat.
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Kaveh and Alhaitham watch the ball drop in Times Square on New Year's Eve.
“You put on that extra shirt, right?” Alhaitham asked skeptically.
Kaveh blinked. “The what?”
That was answer enough. Closing his eyes with a heavy sigh, Alhaitham pinched the bridge of his nose. “The thermal layer. The one I reminded you about three times before we left.”
“Oh,” Kaveh said with a slight, unrepentant smile. “Right. That.”
“You drive me insane.”
“It’s fine,” Kaveh insisted, though his teeth clicked together on the last syllable, betraying the extent to which the chill was getting to him. “It’s just a little cold.”
“It’s barely five degrees,” Alhaitham said flatly. “And you’re somehow constitutionally incapable of regulating your own body temperature.”
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Alarm overtook Kaveh’s expression as he looked back and forth between Alhaitham and the matra, dropping his sketchpad and leaping to his feet. “Why is there a guard here? Did you get hurt?”
“Some idiot decided poisoning me to obtain state secrets would be an optimal use of a Tuesday morning,” Alhaitham replied with a deep sigh.
Kaveh’s hands hovered uselessly in the air for a few moments as he stared at Alhaitham. “I’m sorry, what?”
Leaning back against the wall, Alhaitham let out a weary exhale. “Truth serum,” he said tiredly, raking his fingers through his hair then dropping his hand down to rub his throat. “I can’t lie.”
Kaveh’s eyes widened. “Oh my gods. Are you - are you okay?” Hurrying forward, Kaveh - with his blessedly fully covered legs - guided Alhaitham onto the divan, hands steady despite the panic in his voice.
“I don’t know. I’m just glad you’re wearing pants,” was all Alhaitham managed to answer.
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Voice low and absentminded in the hush between breaths, Alhaitham muttered to himself, “I don’t know why I’m in love with you.” A faint exhale followed. “It’s profoundly inconvenient.”
Struck silent by the abrupt confession, Kaveh tried to breathe beneath the weight of the words as they compressed his lungs. “P-Pardon?” he eventually managed to stammer out.
Alhaitham went still, every line of his body locked in belated realization.
For the span of several agonizingly long moments, they regarded each other in mute surprise - a rare, genuine stillness that made Kaveh’s chest tighten with each passing second. Eyes widening, Alhaitham’s throat bobbed as if he could somehow physically reach out and drag the sentence back in.
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- Part 12 of Haikaveh threadfics