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"Why didn’t you ever feed on me?" Bojan asked hesitantly over the phone. He was sitting on the couch of their living room, a hand running through Kris’s hair as he slept on Bojan's lap, drooling onto his thigh.
"Because it was you." Martin responded simply from the other end of the line.
"What does that mean?"
Martin huffed humorously, "It means I love you you idiot. Also I didn't know if I even could drink from you. I'd heard some weird stories about demon blood. "
"What does loving me have to do with not drinking from me?" Bojan asked choosing to ignore the second part of the sentence, "Don't a lot of vampires have mates they feed off? Was I not mate enough material?" The tone was joking and light, covering up the deep little part of his heart that was hurt. He'd loved Martin deeply and always would. Maybe not as lovers and mates but certainly as some kind of impossible connection. But time and circumstances had decided they weren't to last. Once Kris had arrived Bojan couldn't deny the strong feelings between them, his affection shifting to him. He loved Martin but they simply grew apart, their relationship changing from romance to friendship.
It hadn't been his fault and it hadn't been Martin's. Their connection was strong enough to survive the break up, coming out the other side just as strong as before. They were friends, thick as theaves and once or twice Martin would still help him feed, still remembering just how to touch him or whisper in his ear to best please him.
"Feeding is... complicated my love." Martin cut through Bojan's meandering thoughts, "You of all people know that. I only wanted to drink from people I didn't much care about. Easy, simple things that could just be food. And I liked the variety it brought. You mattered too much to me to drink from you."
Bojan hummed as if he understood. Martin continued knowing him too well by now.
"You remember Gabriel? Before you met him he loved drinking from his mate. Got almost addicted to it and when she got older and couldn't give as much he took it pretty hard. Almost died when she did. That's why he was... well why he was like *that* when you knew him.
I guess I almost didn't even want to start that. Didn't want to think about what would happen if I loved your blood as much as I loved you and then one day I couldn't have it anymore,"
Bojan didn't know what to say.
"Did you know my blood is apparently also an aphrodisiac?" Bojan said, wanting to change the topic to something easier and lighter before he could dwell on Martin's words.
He heard a chuckle over the phone
"It doesn't surprise me considering the rest of you is a damn aphrodisiac. You did say you were horny like all the time so I imagine that transferred over somehow. You probably taste like pure syrup with how sweet it would be."
Bojan blushed a bit at Martin's playful flirting. It was so easy to slip into that old rapport. He carded his fingers through Kris’s hair, who snuggled closer in his sleep.
"You always tasted amazing," he said softly.
Neither spoke. The evening sun shone through the living room window, warming Bojan's tired body.
"What makes you ask in the first place?" Martin asked eventually.
"There was a thing with Kris. Fucker didn't get his supliments for like 2 or 3 weeks and I had to give him my blood just to make sure he'd be okay. It had some.... interesting results," Bojan explained, ruffling Kris’s hair playfully. He did it a bit too hard as Kris began to stir, Bojan shushing him softly and lulling him back to sleep.
"Shit is he okay?" Martin's voice was laced with concern once Bojan made a contented noise at hearing Kris’s soft snores again.
"Yeah he's fine now. Gave me a damn heart attack though," Bojan said.
"I can imagine. You always worry about him. Send him my love will you?" Martin said warmly.
"I will. Oh and Martin?"
"Yeah?"
"I think I love him. Really love him," he looked down at his lap and smiled happily as Kris began to stir once more, eyes blinking open and looking happily up at the demon.
"I know you do darling," Martin said "I love you"
"Love you too"