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It was something Sleepy Ash had been trying to ignore. He wondered if he could continue to ignore it. Maybe if he tried it just a little, it'd make this craving go away.
The desire for blood subsided significantly when the werewolf he met, Gear, separated whatever that thing was inside of him and moved it into that eerie black rose.
But he still wasn’t human, that much was evident.
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"My blood?” Gear looked up from the book he was reading, then looked back at the page. “No. I'm not your meal."
Ash felt discouraged by his immediate and uncooperative response. "... I don't know who else to ask."
The vampire looked at Gear with a pathetic gaze.
God he looked like shit. He always did. On the brink of exhaustion with no vitality for living his life. Gear was kind of tired of the way he moped around.
Maybe a little blood could help his undying companion’s disposition?
"Mm, alright.” Gear closed his book and set it down on the table. “But I need a favor in return."
Ash seemed reluctant to agree, no doubt wanting to avoid anything he'd consider a pain in the ass.
"What is it?"
"I don't know yet."
He definitely did know, but no way would Ash say yes to it. He'd have to find the right time to spring it on him.
"That sounds troublesome."
"You don't have to drink my blood. Feel free to go elsewhere."
Ash groaned, more of a whine really.
"Right, okay. But this better not be some sort of trick."
"It's a favor for a favor, there's no trick to it."
Gear unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled his collar aside, giving Ash access to his neck. He craned his neck and tilted his head to the side.
Ash just looked at him blankly.
“Why are you hesitating?”
“... can’t I use your wrist or something?”
Gear sighed impatiently. “No. It's my neck or nothing.”
Ash looked positively disheartened. Gear didn’t have time for his hesitation.
“Forget it then.”
“No!” Ash jumped up from sitting on the floor. “I’ll do it.”
He walked over to Gear and pulled up a chair in front of him, sitting down and facing him. He leaned forward but their knees knocked against each other and he groaned. It was just too awkward.
“For the love of god.” Gear grabbed Ash’s hands and pulled him over onto his lap.
Ash blushed and stuttered. “Uh- Huh? What are you doing?” He fidgeted on his lap.
Gear looked him in the eyes and tilted his head again. “Drink, you fool.”
Right. This was what Ash wanted. But he didn’t know how to go about it. He leaned in and touched his lips to Gear’s skin. It was warm and he could feel the throbbing of his blood in his veins. His eyes glazed over and just as his instincts were about to take hold, Gear hummed… sensually.
It snapped Ash right out of his haze.
“What!? Why did you make that noise!?”
“What noise? You were kissing my neck, it tickled.”
“I wasn’t kissing you!”
“What is the matter with you? Have you never bedded a woman? Why are you so nervous?”
Ash just let his mouth hang open. That was all the answer Gear needed. Alright. So that’s why Ash was such a dolt about a little contact.
“You are only making this more awkward by hesitating and making a fuss about it. I’m not giving you all night to work up the courage.”
“Asshole…”
Gear grabbed the back of his head, pressing his forehead to his and growling, “Bite me.” Then he pulled the vampire's head down, shoving his face into his neck.
Why was Gear being so forward about all of this? Ash was tired of overthinking and opened his mouth wide over Gear’s neck and bit down.
The way his fangs pierced his flesh felt so satisfying. When he removed them from his skin, the blood dribbled down the werewolf's neck and Ash swiped it up with his tongue, licking up his neck and back to the bleeding wound.
He closed his lips around it and let the blood flow into his mouth. He swallowed. It felt hot going down his throat and triggered a hunger he didn’t have before. He sucked at the wound, drawing out more blood.
Gear groaned as Ash nipped and sucked at his skin. It felt divine. He was humming again, moaning in his throat. This was just what he needed.
Gear wasn’t entirely opposed to giving Ash his blood. He made it sound like a chore, but he was dying for the warmth of another person’s touch. It was comforting having Ash’s companionship, but it left him wanting intimacy. It wasn’t anything like love, he just wanted the closeness of a body in his arms.
That was the favor he planned to ask of Ash. He wanted to take him to bed. He had a strong drive to copulate and loved the touches and affection of a suitable partner. And Ash would do.
He slipped his hands under Ash's shirt and caressed his skin. Ash didn't respond, he was lost in enjoying his meal. Gear slid his hands down and gave his ass a tentative squeeze. Ash groaned in protest, but didn't care enough to stop drinking.
The werewolf was becoming aroused but knew Ash probably wouldn't react well to it. He would try in earnest another night.
Gear felt it was time to stop Ash. There was a limit to how much blood he could spare and he didn't want to be left faint from blood loss caused by a vampire who didn't understand limits.
"Ash, that's enough. Stop."
But the vampire kept sucking at him as if he couldn't hear him. So Gear grabbed his hair and pulled him away.
Ash groaned, his mouth agape and stained with blood. His eyes were still hazy and he licked at his lips. Another moment and he came to his senses, wiping his mouth and looking at all the blood that came away on his hand.
He stood up from Gear's lap and looked at the wound he had made. The werewolf covered it with his hand and saw the concern in Ash's eyes.
"I'll be fine." He got up from his chair. "I'm going to wash up. And remember, you owe me now."
Ash stood there trembling. All of the fresh blood in his guts coursed through his system and had his skin tingling. His senses were sharper and he felt pretty good in general. It was close to what being healthy felt like. But he didn't like the thought of drinking blood regularly.
Despite the positive after effects, it still was a reminder that he was a monster.