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After the brawl in Ogre street, Speedwagon took pity on the young raven haired boy and adored his sense of justice and pure heart - deciding to take him in and patch up Jonathan's wounds caused by Speedwagon's comrades trying to protect him.
There was something weird about the boy, the things he said while they attacked him - insisting they'd back off because he doesn't want to hurt them, it made no sense.
When Jonathan woke up he sat up straight and if speedwagon didn't know any better, he would have mistaken the boy to be a perfectly healthy man.
"Hey hey! You were hurt quite badly Mr. Joestar, you shouldn't be moving around too much!" Speedwagon exclaimed, having sitting there in an armchair next to the bed, waiting for him to wake up.
Jonathan held his pounding head with one hand and looked around, he felt dizzy having not consumed any human blood ever since he was turned.
He realized he was in a confined space with a human right in front of him, but all he could see is a blood supplier and all he could hear was the blond's now quickened heartbeat. Even from this far away it was clear as day with his sharpened hearing.
"No.. No no..! I have to get out of here, you have to stay away from me!" Jonathan panicked, not quite controlling his tone as he shot a warning towards the blond.
Speedwagon's eyes widened, he had no clue what could the man mean by that. "Calm down- I.. i don't know what's going on but you really shouldn't move around too much when you've been stabbed-"
"I'm fine!" Jonathan cut him off, lifting his shirt up and practically tearing the bandages off his abdomen to prove a point. "I'm fine..." he repeated in a calmer tone, realizing yelling at someone who went through the trouble of helping him recover wasn't very polite.
Speedwagon looked in shock at the skin under the bandages, it was completely healed - not even a scratch left behind. He started to consider this was a dream, blinking once, then twice, leaning closer to inspect his skin and just confirming to himself it really was healed.
"Impossible..." he said in disbelief "how..?" He started, not really able to understand himself what is it wants to ask.
Jonathan took a deep breath, admitting the truth out loud being an unnerving and painful task.
"I'm a vampire."
Speedwagon waved his hand, dismissing his words "Don't be silly, that's not possible! Vampires are-"
Jonathan practically pounced from the bed, grabbing speedwagon's wrist and bracing himself on the armchair with his other hand right next to speedwagon's head, his knee supporting him between the blond's thighs. His sharp fangs almost touching the pale man's skin, mouth all open in a feral manner as he stopped himself before he could dig into the wrist in his grip.
Robert jumped in his seat and his cheeks began to turn red, being in that position with such a handsome man can't be taken in any way other than romantic.
The vampire took a few deep breaths before backing away completely, not releasing his grip on Speedwagon's wrist and leaning into his ear, whispering softly. "Im so sorry.." his voice was shakey with those words, "You have to get out of here, before I hurt you. I've been starved ever since I was turned and soon I won't be able to control myself." Jonathan continued with a more even tone, his voice low as he explained his situation the best he could yet Speedwagon was still not able to process what was being said.
He tried to make sense out of the words, adjusting himself to a reality where vampires exist. "You got.. turned? Into a vampire? And you haven't had any blood to drink ever since..? How long ago was that?"
Jonathan closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on forming words. He could hear the blond's heartbeat even louder now when he's closer - to any other person, hearing someone's heartbeat would be rather calming, but in Jonathan's current situation it was only getting him more rilled up. "About... two weeks ago..." he replied.
The blond looked at the boy before him in disbelief, once again, shocked. His words sounded honest , the pained expression on his face telling Speedwagon the boy was truly straving.
"Your sense of justice is incredible... so is your willpower.. I adore you, Mr. Joestar."
Jonathan slowly let go of the blond's wrist and was about to back away in defeat, when Robert took his hand between his palms. "I'll let you feed on me."
Now it was Jonathan's turn to be shocked, but he was quick to refuse "No. feeding makes me a monster, a feral animal, i do not want to reject my humanity..."
"A man with such a strong sense of justice and such prioritized morals couldn't be any less human, even if he bared fangs or thirsted for human blood." Speedwagon shot back, placing Jonathan's hand on his chest, making him feel his heartbeat through the fabric. "Wanting to live doesn't make you any less human, even if living means feeding off others"
Jonathan closed his eyes and almost cried in relief that he will no longer have to starve himself. Speedwagon's words convincing him it's the right thing to do, his hunger getting the best of him, and many other excuses he'd blame later - they are what made him agree to this offer.
After moving to the bed to Jonathan's request - realizing the chair isn't really comfortable for feeding, speedwagon leaned on the headboard and sat awkwardly on the soft matress while Jonathan crawled on top of him.
The raven haired boy was getting impatient, yet he wanted to make sure it was all right before he began. "Speedwagon-" "Robert. You can call me Robert" Jonathan started but the blond cut him off. "Alright.. then you have to call me Jonathan."
The other nodded stiffly, now being slightly nervous to be at mercy of a vampire , he kept reassuring himself in his mind that Jonathan wouldn't hurt him.
"Robert.. you should take off your shirt-" "Pardon?" he was interrupted, again.
"I haven't had any human blood to drink, but I've tried animals and I know it could get quite messy..." he said, a little embarrassed not mentioning it before. "They didn't really quench my thirst.." he continued.
The blond nodded and complied more willingly this time, starting to take off the layers he was wearing on the top half of his body. Jonathan started doing the same, unbuttoning his white shirt causing Speedwagon to turn his head away shyly "What are you taking your clothes off for?!" He said, a bit alarmed.
"I'd also get dirty. Now hurry up..." Jonathan said while peeling the shirt off of himself, his muscles stretching it to fit tightly around his arms and chest.
Robert gulped, admiring the strong muscles as they were completely exposed in front of him, causing him to mumble British curses under his breath. He knew he was into men but this particular one more resembled some devine being with his stiff and defined muscles. If he lacked his sun kissed skin color and wasn't moving about, Speedwagon could have mistaken him for a statue, carefully sculpted to perfection.
"Robert..." Jonathan pleaded into his ear, snapping him out of his very embarrassing thoughts about the man before him. "Yes.. sorry.." the blond apologized and tensed up, his face turning red as if the man before him could actually hear his thoughts. He was sliding his button up shirt off his pale shoulders, finally removing the last of his clothes.
"Thank you..." Jonathan whispered and leaned into his neck, holding the blond's jaw so gently as if the pale man was made out of glass, tilting his head away to give better access.
He gave a slow careful lick to the warm flesh, fangs scraping over delicate skin ever so slightly - sending shivers down his spine with the sensation, causing his eyes to flatter shut and his cheeks heat up. "I'm.. going to..." Jonathan started, not quite sure how to phrase it.
Speedwagon smiled fondly, the boy was so straved and the meal was right in front of him - yet he was still asking for permission, giving him a chance to take his words back. "It's alright, go ahead." Speedwagon assured him.
He could see the raven haired boy nod slowly then lean in, and suddenly there was a surge of pain coarsing through him, two sharp fangs digging into his flesh and cold lips wrapping around the area in pain and sucking the blood out hungrily.
The blond shut his eyes tightly, taking a deep breath and reminding himself he's been through worse. His hands jolted up to hover behind Jonathan's head as an instinct in reaction to the pain, but instead of pushing him away he let his fingers dig into the jet black curls, pulling his head closer.
Suddenly he felt cold drops tap his shoulder and chest, he peered down the best he could without moving his head to see the tears welling up in the corners of Jonathan's closed eyes. He began brushing his fingers through the curls, petting his head and comforting the boy. It was kind of ironic, he should be the one crying - with two sharp fangs digging into his neck and his blood being drained. Not the guy who was getting a meal after being starved.
"It's okay to feed, Jonathan. you have to, it's not your fault.." he hushed him, trying his best to understand the vampire's point of view.
And the tears settled behind the thick black eyelashes the boy possessed, Jonathan's hand loosening it's already light grip on his jaw and dropping lower to his neck, rubbing his thumb in small circles around the spot he could feel his heartbeat the best, then moving it to rest at his shoulder.
The blond placed his hand on top of the other's and held it close, pressing it against his shoulder. At this point it was hard to tell who was comforting who.
After a bit of letting the boy feed, Speedwagon began to feel lightheaded... "Jonathan..." he called calmly, "That's enough.." the vampire let out a wine, not making a sign of backing off.
"Jonathan..." he repeated but kept his tone calm, tightening his grip on the black curls and moving his hand from Jonathan's to hold the back of his neck. "Please..."
The vampire slowly pulled his fangs out, carefully licking at the two openings to clear the blood spilling out before placing his cold hand on it, preventing it from bleeding further. Jonathan slowly backed away to assess the damage, cringing slightly at the sight of blood trails all down speedwagon's chest from the spot his hand held the wound.
Speedwagon followed his gaze and realized he must be feeling guilty for the mess he's made. "Oh it's alright you dont have to-" but before he could complete his sentence, his train of thought was cut off by the feeling of Jonathan's tongue gliding up those blood trails all over his chest.
Speedwagon had some impressive muscles himself, but they looked useless compared to Jonathan's, he thought.
Hot is the only word his mind could come up with to describe the sight before him, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red.
Jonathan finished cleaning and looked up at the blond, a pleading expression on his face. "Will you let me feed on you again?" His eyebrows were forrowed and his mouth was curved into a frown in a manner that Speedwagon could only describe as cute, he looked like a puppy begging to get a taste of the food being served at the table.
He couldn't help but smile at the gesture. "Yes, i will."