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1. Cassian Floros
His world twirls, stars sparkling in ethereal galaxies above him, the sky painted a rich red. He’s euphoric, wondrous, eclectic, ancient knowledge coursing through his veins-
Pain echoes from the back of his skull, and Lucien plummets down to Earth.
To where he’s pinning Cassian to a wall, the elf that’s normally stronger than him only tugging at his hair weakly, insistently. He pulls away just in time for the other to slump on him, unconscious.
Lucien draws in a breath, still dazed from the onslaught of sudden knowledge, wrapping his arms around the elf instinctively before the previous events hit him, and he’s pushing Cass away to check for damage and a pulse, goddamnit-
Thankfully, the puncture wound hasn’t torn, and the other’s heart is as normal as ever. Thankfully. He heaves a sigh of relief, picking him up to bring to a comfier spot.
The nearest comfier spot happens to be the couch in the living room where everyone else is.
Eyes turn to him as soon as he enters, stumbling slightly from the overdose of blood and carrying Cass bridal-style. The others rush over, asking what happened and is he okay? and their gazes feel so... accusatory, pooling with the guilt already running through his veins, and he mumbles a single “accident, sorry.” before retreating to his own quarters.
2. Rosco Graves
Rosco is the one who approaches him, citing that he “wants to know what it’s like to have his blood slurp slurped.”
Luci stares, face blank, before a giggle betrays him. “Sure, sure.”
He’s careful with the other, running his fingers over stitches and making sure to bite gently. It’s not like Rosco is going to fall apart, but still, he doesn’t want to cause him more pain than necessary. So he sucks more slowly than usual, noting when the zombie shivers and when the flow first reaches his mouth.
The taste isn’t too bad at first, having a sort of earthy base and then a slight chemical tinge; but then-
Luci has to force himself to remain still instead of tearing away immediately. When he does release the other, he hunches over with a hand covering his lips, body shaking with the urge to gag and upend whatever the hell he’s just ingested.
Rosco’s face is slightly insulted, but he places a hand on the vampire’s back. “Yo, you good bro?”
Said vampire shuts his eyes tightly, insides churning. No wonder drinking blood from a corpse is considered taboo; apparently a flesh golem is the same. Still, not wanting to be rude, he forces himself to swallow.
“Holy shit! Why the hell would you do that if it tasted so bad?” Rosco questions as he straightens.
Luci smiles, though nausea is still spread across his face. “I always swallow.”
The other’s surprised laugh is worth it.
3. Zander Netherbrand
He’s never had Zander’s blood before, so it’s pure curiosity that drives him to where he is now, both seated on the incubus’ bed with Luci’s lips ghosting over the other’s neck.
Before he can bite down, however, a hand takes hold of his chin, guiding him into a passionate kiss. He’s so engrossed with the feeling of Zander’s tongue in his mouth and hands on his waist that he, momentarily, forgets why he was there in the first place.
It’s Zanny who draws away, satisfied smirk painting his lips at Luci’s breathless state. “Are you ready?”
“Uh huh,” the vampire agrees, dazed, before shaking himself out of it. “Oh! Yeah.” He leans forward again, tongue swirling slightly around the estimated bite spot in a way that has Zander tightening the grip on his waist. “Don’t be a tease, Luci...”
The incubus’ blood is surprisingly sweet, almost saccharine, like rich dark chocolate and custard cream, with a hint of iron. They stay like that for a while, both kneeling on the mattress with Luci’s knees on either side of the other’s thighs, locked in intimacy and pleasure. Until Zanny taps his shoulder twice, and he stays for a couple more seconds, retracting his teeth slightly and leaning back. Luci frowns at the blood trickling from the wound, and opens his mouth to say something but is quickly interrupted.
“Don’t worry about it,” the incubus reassures him, patting at it with a corner of his shirt. “But, I may need a little, ah... replenishing of my energy.”
“What do you mea....ngh...”
“Oh dear,” Zanny murmurs as Luci falls back on the bed, panting and flushed. “Is this a side effect?”
The vampire looks disheveled to the very core of the word, breathing heavily with half-lidded eyes and slightly parted lips. “I don’t know..”
“Goddamn,” Zanny mutters to himself, certain that there’s a blush painting his face as well, and tilting forward so that he’s hovering over the other, bracing a hand next to his head. “Are you alright?”
Luci’s pupils dilate.
-
The words escaping his mouth between moans can barely be patched together, Zander’s presence practically suffocating; his blood on his tongue, the smell of him all around in the sheets, the voice in his ear, hands roving across his body, inside him-
For a blinding white moment, his entire world is just made up of the incubus. Then, after, it’s waves and waves of undeniable pleasure as the other chases his peak. They crash together.
-
He’s sore, tired, and it feels like all the blood he drank has been fucked out of him by Zander’s proficiency in bed. Shit. I really needs to control myself better , he realizes. Had he taken so much from Zander that the incubus needed an ‘energy replenishing’ session that intense? Not that it wasn’t enjoyable, but the thought of being so selfish and greedy..)
The other cuddles next to him, humming contentedly. Luci opens his mouth to apologize, but only slurs out something incomprehensible before he’s fast asleep.
4. Gale Galleon
Luci is a lot hungrier than he expected, trying to train his self-control and therefore lengthening the time between feeding days. It’s fine, he’s managed like this before- actually, he’s gone for way longer without drinking and in worse circumstances. So it’s fine. He’s fine.
Still, when Gale tugs him to the captain’s quarters, insisting that “you look pale, well, paler than usual,” he doesn’t protest, even when the wooziness spins stars behind his eyelids as he stands up too fast, and his shoulder aches from slamming it into a wall earlier by tripping, off-balance.
They end up settled on Gale’s favorite chair, the captain reclining casually and Luci curled in his lap. The first bite is halfhearted, his fangs barely even breaking skin before he’s pulling back and away to stare Gale in the eyes. “Can you, uh, do me a favor?”
“After this,” the other agrees easily, but Luci shakes his head.
“I need you to... please. Please. Make me stop when it’s too much.”
“It won’t be-”
“ Please, Gale. When it starts getting uncomfortable for you. When it starts hurting.”
“You won’t hurt me,” the captain tries to reassure, but he’s not done.
“Push me, hit me, whatever you need to do to get me to stop. Promise you will. Please!”
“What- Luci, I’m not going to hit you , what the fuck?” Gale exclaims, jostling the vampire so that they’re eye-to-eye, large hands squeezing his wavemate’s shoulders. Horror disgraces his face, a caricature of the desperation staring back at him.
“You won’t hurt me,” he repeats, “And I won’t hurt you either. Drink as much as you need.”
When Luci bites into the captain’s shoulder, it’s to muffle a sob.