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Jon hissed as he cut himself on a piece of glass. He had accidentally knocked over a picture frame and was trying to get it cleaned up before his parents noticed.
Blood spilled out from the deep cut across his palm. Great. Now he had to clean blood out of the carpet too. A heavy sigh passed through Jon's lips before his breath was caught in his throat.
He was being watched. And not just by anyone, by a predator. Someone willing to devour him completely, flesh, blood, and all. Jon didn't even get a chance to react as he felt someone tackle him to the ground and grab his hand.
"Damian." Jon's voice was calm, and the person on top of him froze. A pink tongue was centimeters from his hand, and ruby red eyes that were usually green stared at Jon.
"If you drink even a drop of my blood, I won't talk to you for a month." Jon narrowed his eyes at the boy, and Damian growled. He snapped his fangs at Jon.
"Why won't you ever let me drink your blood? Are you trying to starve me?" Damian leaned over to his face so it was inches from Jon but kept a tight grip on Jon's hand.
"Starve you? You can drink anyone's blood. I'm not starving you. I like my blood where it is, thank you very much. I don't want you drinking me dry." Jon grabbed Damian's forehead, keeping him at bay as the boy tried to snap at him again.
"I wouldn't drink you dry. I have great self-control."
Jon raised an eyebrow at him. "Sure. And all those times you came over covered in blood was self-control?"
Damian glared at Jon before leaning back and huffing. Jon took his hand from the other boy. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Now can you get off of me? You're heavy."
He wasn't. Damian felt like nothing on top of him. Jon was curious to know if it was because of his super strength or because Damian was actually as light as a feather.
The older boy tsked at Jon before getting off him. Jon finally got up to wash the blood off his hand in the kitchen sink. The wound was already closed.
When he returned to the living room, the glass and blood were already cleaned up. Jon narrowed his eyes at Damian, who just stared at him with his arms crossed over his chest.
"What?"
"Open your mouth."
Damian looked at him like he was crazy. "What did you just say?"
"I said open your mouth." Jon walked over to the older boy and towered over him. Even though he was taller than Damian, he was usually slouched, so few people noticed it. However, Jon could use it to his advantage when he wanted to, like making Damian feel small as green eyes stared into blue. Green, that was good.
"I'm not going to open my mouth for you-hey!" Jon gripped Damian's chin and forced his mouth open with his thumb. Damian's fangs were small but sharp. They still had a few years to grow in fully. They were pearly white without a speck of red on them.
Finally, Jon let him go, and Damian rubbed his cheeks with a face full of indignation. "What the hell did you do that for?"
Jon shrugged. "You cleaned up all the glass and blood. I was making sure you didn't do that by licking the floor."
Damian looked at him, mortified. "Do you honestly think I'd stoop to such a level? I'm not that desperate for your blood, farm boy."
"Could have fooled me with how you just tackled me." Jon put his hands on his hips as Damian growled.
"I'm hungry. I haven't eaten in days. No one smells right anymore." Damian's stomach growled as if to prove his point. "I'd ask Drake why that was, but he's not home right now."
Now that Jon got a good look at him, the older boy did look paler than usual. It was a little hard to tell with how dark his skin was, to begin with, but it lacked the warmth it usually had.
Jon sighed. "I have blood bags in the fridge. They're my blood. You can have one."
Damian's eyes shifted back to red as Jon went to get the blood bag. He started saving blood once Damian's appetite began to become insatiable. Jon has never let Damian drink from him directly, but a blood bag usually tied him over.
"Here. Don't make a mess." Jon tossed the other boy a bag from the fridge, and Damian immediately sank his fangs into it. Jon groaned as blood spilled down Damian's chin and soaked his shirt.
"I said not to make a mess Dami."
Damian wasn't listening, and Jon had to wait until he was done drinking before he could take the bag from him and wipe his face with a rag.
"How are you so neat about everything you do, and yet you can't seem to drink blood without wearing it every time."
Damian melted into his touch, and Jon sighed. "Are you even listening to me?" Damian just hummed as Jon cleaned his face.
Blood High.
Well, not exactly. Damian has never drunk enough blood in one sitting to get high off of it truly, but he did get softer once he was satiated.
Damian swayed a bit on his feet before catching himself and blinking hard. His eyes faded back to green, and he shoved Jon away.
"Stop it. I can do that myself."
And his Damian was back. Unfortunately, Damian's softness never lasted long, making Jon wonder what he'd be like if he genuinely experienced a Blood High. Jon shook his head. No, that would equate to draining someone of all their blood, and Jon couldn't allow Damian to do that.
The only person Damian could probably safely drink that much blood from was Jon himself. Still, he wasn't about to tell Damian that. Jon made blood faster than any human, so it'd take a lot to drain him. One would think then that Jon would allow Damian to drink from him because of that little fact, except for one problem.
It hurt like hell.
Jon's been bitten before, and whatever venom vampire fangs make to make victims more agreeable gets burned away immediately in his body. All that's left is the feeling of someone tearing you open with their teeth. It's excruciating.
Jon threw the rag at Damian. "Fine. Clean yourself up. And wear some of my clothes. I don't want you dripping blood everywhere."
Damian huffed but went to Jon's room to change.
That night the dark-skinned boy flopped across Jon's stomach as Jon was reading one of his comic books.
"Need something, Dami?" Jon was used to Damian's need for physical contact. He wasn't necessarily cuddly, physical contact could easily mean being punched, but Jon didn't mind. Damian was warm and always smelled of spices and oranges.
"Why do you never let me drink your blood directly?"
Jon sighed as he put the comic down. They've been over this a thousand times, yet Damian still kept asking.
"It hurts, Dami, like a lot. Plus, I'm afraid you might break your teeth on my skin. They're still growing."
Damian grumbled. "They wouldn't break. They're a lot stronger than you think they are."
Jon rolled his eyes and went back to reading his comic, his hand finding Damian's hair. "Maybe when they grow in fully, but for now, you'll just have to deal with the blood bags."
Damian tsked but leaned into Jon's touch ever so slightly. "Whatever."
Jon screamed Damian's name as Damian jumped in front of him to protect him. A sword ran through him, making Damian cough up blood and drop to his knees.
Jon grabbed him and dragged him into his lap. His eyes burnt bright red as he blasted the man who had just stabbed Damian with his heat vision. The man went flying back and slammed into a building wall. Jon glared at him until he was sure the man wasn't moving.
Coughing brought his attention to the boy in his lap. "You idiot. A sword wouldn't have hurt me that badly." Jon's vision blurred as tears began to drip onto Damian's face.
"But it still would have hurt you." Damian's voice was wet, and he coughed up more blood as he spoke. "Such a crybaby. When will you ever grow up, Kent."
Damian's smile was bloodstained, and his fangs caught the light.
Blood. Damian needed blood.
Jon grabbed a dagger from Damian's belt without a second thought and sliced his own forearm open. Then, he shoved his arm into Damian's mouth.
"Drink."
Damian's fangs poked at his arm, and his green eyes shifted to a deep garnet red. However, Damian pushed on his arm weakly.
"No, you said it hurt."
Jon couldn't believe him right now. "Oh, now you won't drink it. Stop being stubborn and drink, you idiot."
Jon shoved his arm further into Damian's mouth. The older boy's resolve quickly broke as his blood dripped onto Damian's tongue.
Damian fervently sank his fangs into Jon's arm and swallowed down gulp after gulp of his blood. It hurt as much as Jon knew it would, but he didn't care. As he scanned Damian's body with his X-Ray vision, he could see the stab wound start knitting itself back together.
Damian drank for what felt like an eternity. He consumed way over an average human's amount of blood, and when he finally let Jon go, the taller boy was a little dizzy.
Damian ran his tongue over the gash in Jon's arm, lapping up the remaining blood and using his saliva to close the wound.
"Damian? How are you feeling?" Jon took his arm away from the boy and tilted Damian's head back so he could properly look at him.
Damian smiled up at him, happy and giddy. "You're really pretty. Like super pretty. I like you."
Jon blinked in confusion until he remembered how much blood Damian had just drunk. This was probably Damian's first Blood High.
"Thank you, but could you answer my question? How are you feeling? Any pain?" Jon gently scratched his nails over the back of Damian's head, where his hair was shorter, and the boy hummed in delight.
"No, I feel good. Everything feels good."
Jon smiled. Damian was pretty cute like this. "Good. Ready to go home?"
Damian nodded before sitting up and turning around. He climbed into Jon's lap and wrapped his arms around his neck. Damian sighed, all dreamy and cute. "You're so pretty. Like an angel."
Jon flushed, making Damian lean in closer. "Ah, you're all red. Even cuter. I want to eat you up. I want to make you all mine."
Damian's lips were on his before Jon's brain could catch up, and he was knocked back. His back hit the ground, and his mind was reeling.
Damian was not only kissing him, but he was also strong enough to push Jon down. Vampires were terrifying. All of Jon's racing thoughts vanished as he felt Damian slide his tongue into his mouth and explore it.
Jon could feel how sharp Damian's fangs were as they ran across his tongue. The older boy pinned Jon's arms to the ground, and Jon really tried to move them but couldn't. He knew he should be scared, but it was strangely intoxicating. Damian wasn't usually stronger than him, but now that he was experiencing a full Blood High, his strength rivaled Jon's.
Damian pulled back for air. He panted, little breaths of hot air hitting Jon's face as the taller boy stared at Damian. The boy was covered in blood and smelled of metal and gunpowder. Yet, his ever-present scent of spices and oranges was just underneath that. His eyes were still deep red, and his fingers gripped Jon's arms so hard he was sure there'd be bruises.
He was beautiful.
"More. I want more of you."
Jon's breath hitched as Damian leaned down to muzzle his throat. He could feel his wet tongue running over his skin before teeth sank into him.
"Shit. Dami that hurts." Jon grit his teeth as his blood was pulled from his veins. He kicked beneath Damian, but the older boy wouldn't budge.
His kicking slowed as the pain started to fade, and it was replaced by something much better. Did Blood Highs make vampire venom stronger? Jon couldn't think about it too hard as his body relaxed against Damian's, and the older boy's fangs sank into him even deeper.
Everything felt nice, like laying out in the warm sun. It was a sleepy, gentle feeling. Jon could definitely see why someone would let a vampire drink them dry. It wasn't a bad way to go, to die like this.
Jon lost track of time as Damian drank from him. He whined when the boy pulled away from him.
"Beautiful." Jon's mind was too full of cotton to tell if he said that or Damian. It didn't matter when he felt lips on his again, and he melted against them.
The kiss was soft and tasted of blood and metal. It felt amazing. He could stay like this forever, and it felt like he did. Everything was hazy and in slow motion. Nothing hurt, and everything felt soft.
Jon whined when Damian pulled away again. The sound was absolutely pathetic, but Jon didn't care. He just wanted Damian to kiss him again. Instead, warm hands settled on his face.
"Kent. Kent. Can you hear me?"
No, Jon didn't want to think. He just wanted to feel. Like feeling the way Damian gently ran his thumb over his cheek. That felt nice.
"Come back to me, Habibi." Damian's voice was gentle but had a tinge of worry to it. Why was he worried? Did something happen? Was he hurt again?
Jon's head finally cleared, and he blinked up at Damian. "Dami? What happened?"
Damian's eyes were back to their vibrant green as he looked down at Jon with relief. "You're an idiot. That's what happened. Why would you give me your blood like that? I thought you said it hurt to be drunk from."
Jon was still slightly disoriented as he tried to think about what led to all this. "You were dying. I couldn't let you die just cause I didn't want to be in pain."
Damian's face was pinched as he shook his head. "Such a dumb farm boy. I'm as strong as you when I've had enough blood. I could have done something terrible to you."
Jon lifted his arms to loop them around Damian's neck. He smiled up at the boy. "But you didn't. Besides, I have other abilities that could have stopped you. It's alright."
Damian sighed. "Think you're well enough to fly?"
Jon pushed himself into a sitting position and moved his hands down to wrap around Damian's waist, keeping him in his lap. "Yeah, I'm much better now. Though, maybe another kiss will help me return to a hundred percent."
Damian spluttered and flushed bright red. "You want another kiss? And you're not intoxicated anymore?"
Jon nodded and smiled. "Pretty please?"
Damian opened his mouth before clicking it shut. Jon waited patiently as the gears turned in Damian's pretty head. Finally, Damian pressed his lips against Jon's. It was chaste and shy, so different from Damian's kiss before, yet it was still so perfect.
Jon chuckled as Damian pulled away. "Where did all that confidence go when you pushed me down and pinned me to the ground?"
Damian made an embarrassed sound as he buried his face in Jon's shoulder. "Never speak of that again. My behavior was deplorable."
"Are you kidding? That was the hottest thing I've ever seen. I should get you high on blood more often."
Damian punched his shoulder, and it felt like his normal strength was back. "I'm not some science experiment." Damian pulled away from Jon. "Going through a Blood High is… nerve-wracking. It's so much power and desire all at once, and it's all-consuming. Like a wildfire burning until nothing remains. It's… it's."
"Scary?"
Damian looked up from the ground and into Jon's clear blue eyes. They calmed the growing anxiety that threatened to engulf him. "Yeah. Terrifying."
"Well, how about the next time you go on a Blood High, hunt me down. I've got more than enough blood for you and can handle you even with your enhanced strength. I'll take care of you and make sure that wildfire doesn't burn out of control."
Damian blinked at him before nodding, his shoulders slumping in relief. "Thank you, Jon."
"No problem. I've always got your back, Dami."