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"You're a vampire!?"
"Yes," Scott replied, as if it were obvious. Though, between the way he was dressed, the style of the house he stood within the shade of... maybe Sausage could've figured it out.
"Uh- like the Interview with a Vampire, Brad Pitt kind? Or the, um..." Sausage trailed off as Scott sauntered forward, dim sunset light bouncing off his newly platinum hair, "Dracula, suck-your-blood-and-kill you kind?"
Scott shrugged, "Kinda a mix between that and like... sparkly Edward from Twilight."
He was sparkly, Sausage noticed. The twinkling couldn't just be coming from his finely tailored suit. Extremely finely tailored, actually, practically form-fitting. Sausage had never noticed before, due to his height, but Scott was sort of...
He shook his head. Smiled.
"Oh! that's not too bad," That grin slipped away as he watched the last orange beam of sun fall from Scott's face, leaving him shrouded in shadow, "Oh... um-"
"S'gonna be nighttime though, that's fun," Scott's grin was punctuated by incredibly sharp fangs.
"Oh, yeah," Sausage's laugh was nervous as he took a hesitant step back, then a few more, "This is, um..."
"What brings you here?" And yet Scott's tone was still so casual, if not dripping with taunting.
"Y- Oh, nothing, just uh... testing out my brand new wings- aren't they pretty?"
Sausage turned his back to the vampire to show him, and immediately regretted it. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he felt Scott get very close, but he refused to turn. Dozens of angelic alarms- church bells?- were ringing in his head.
"Ooh... yes."
Scott was incredibly close. Sausage could feel his presence. It was a cool one.
"I just got them, I was blessed today..." Scott seemed to be leaning in closer behind him, Sausage felt gentle breath against the back of his neck, "Umm... yeah this is a little- little spooky."
He tried, unconvincingly, to laugh it off, but Scott hardly humored him with a response. He subtly glanced behind him, but Scott's eyes weren't trained on his face. Rather, his neck. Sausage swallowed, wondering if vampires could smell fear.
"You're very, um... close."
"Hm," was all Scott said for a while, before continuing, "You smell so sweet, very strong... I've never had angel blood before."
That probably should've been Sausage's cue to leave, but he remained frozen as Scott continued crowding his neck.
"Oh," he said simply. Then he laughed, far too forced to even his ears, "You're not planning on it, right?"
He would've expected Scott to laugh, but he was uncannily quiet. When he finally spoke, he sounded distracted, as though talking to the other was an inconveniencing formality.
"If you'd spare some," he muttered. "You've always been a generous man."
Then Scott looked up at Sausage, crimson eyes somehow darker than before, pupils wide, and all that angel blood ran to his face.
"Uh..." Sausage was speechless. Scott's eyes were lidded as he peered up at him, and it was putting images in his head that we really ought not have when his life was being threatened. He was relieved of this when Scott ducked his head again, but then he began tracing his lips across his neck. Sausage tried to catch his breath.
"I'd rather you... didn't," he finally said. Scott hummed in the same distracted manner he'd held the past few moments before pausing. He blinked, took a deep breath (through his mouth, Sausage noticed), then sighed. He put an almost gentle hand to the coverts of Sausage's wings. Sausage suppressed a shiver.
"Are you so sure?" Scott asked. His voice rang clearer, but when he looked up, his eyes remained wine red, pupils dilated. Sausage wasn't sure what he was most focused on; the question itself, the low, sharp voice it came from, the way Scott's lips brushed his skin as he spoke, the hand carefully running up and down the top of his wing, brushing through it, occasionally massaging, especially as he felt where it connected to skin under the twin holes in his tunic-
Okay, definitely that last one. Scott's touches were subtle, teasing, deliberate. He could feel the other's smile against his neck when he finally pushed out a response.
"Y- Uh, yes. I am. Mhm."
Scott didn't step back, just laughed. His other hand ran up and down Sausage's arm. Against his will, his wing was unfurling itself under the kind strokes. When Scott spoke again, he mumbled, now far more cognisant- speaking for himself instead of his bloodlust.
"You're too cute, angel," his fangs scraped soft skin, "I want to drain you so bad."
Sausage made himself believe it was the caressing of his feathers that drew out his shuddering sigh- not the words and certainly not the cut of danger right at his throat. He hardly even noticed when Scott's other hand slid down his arm, taking his hand and leading it up near his shoulder.
He did notice when Scott bit into the base of his palm.
He hissed, tried to pull away, but the hand in his wings moved to hold him tightly by the waist. Scott pulled back from the puncture, going on to lap up the drops of blood, meeting Sausage's eyes.
Ah... Sausage didn't struggle.
"Sorry," said Scott insincerely. "Just wanted a taste."
"Mmh."
Scott snickered at Sausage's expression- part surprised, part cross, but all red.
"Well, now that the moon's out, I have things to get to," Scott said, licking one last stripe across the other's hand. "Better get home, angel. Something could attack you. Wouldn't want anything to hurt those pretty little wings."
Scott stepped back, shot Sausage one last smug grin, then took off to the skies. Sausage huffed. He tried to gather his thoughts, but eventually gave up, settling on a quiet
"Fuck."