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Will groans, flopping dramatically onto Mike's bed face down. Mike smiles from his place on the floor.
“Why the fuck do I need to know this? God, I wish I didn't take fucking physics” Will sighs in defeat as Mike lets out a small laugh, pushing his homework aside as well and leaning back on the palms of his hands.
Senior year of high school. What a nightmare.
They both have agreed that high school is overrated and they can’t wait to go to college. Will wants to apply for art school (who knows why he took physics) and Mike is still undecided. One thing he knows for certain is that he will follow Will wherever he goes. He doesn’t know life without him.
Their whole lives, the boys have told each other everything. Every secret, theirs or someone else's. Every video game they play, every campaign idea that Mike came up with. They tell each other everything. But, recently, Mike can’t help but feel like Will is hiding something.
WIll has recently started expressing himself more–dressing in bolder clothing, styling his hair, makeup. Goth. Mike knew that Will was a fan of some goth music, but this was a whole new level. I mean, not that he’s complaining. Will looks so different… but so good. It was hard to focus his thoughts on anything else while Will was beside him with his dark eyeshadow and shiny necklaces.
But even then, Mike senses a deeper secret. He, of course, can’t confront him about it but it eats at his mind everyday. If it was this obvious that Will was hiding something, how obvious is he being?
Mike has a secret that he can’t tell anyone. Especially his best friend.
Mike rolls his eyes at Will and throws a pencil at him. Will flinches and looks up at him with a sharp glare. Mike wants to take offence at it but can’t bring himself to with Will’s shimmery eyelids pointed at him. Mike flashes him a toothy grin and is met with the pencil flying back at him and stabbing his shoulder. He makes an oomph sound and Will laughs whole-heartedly. Mike feels his chest swell.
Will sits up on the edge of the bed. “I don’t wanna do homework anymoreee.” He groans, sliding down to the floor like a puddle. He lies sprawled on his side on the ground across from Mike.
“I mean, we could take a break? It has been a while.” Will perks up immediately at the mention of a break. “Okay! I’ll put some music on.” He jumps up and walks toward Mike’s record player. He starts spinning a record that Mike can only faintly remember the cover of, let alone the name. One of the ones Will brought over after telling Mike that his music taste ‘needs to evolve’. Mike would let him play whatever makes him happy. Will starts dancing as the song ramps up, letting his arms loose above his head and his hips sway. Mike watches, absolutely mesmerized.
Mike feels a sharp pain in his jaw, he instinctively covers his mouth with his hand. He stands and slides past Will, trying not to look at him, and heads for the bathroom. He closes the door quickly behind him and splashes his face with cold water. He takes a deep breath and looks up to face himself in the mirror. He slowly bears his teeth–no sign of a breakthrough. Thank fuck.
Mike has a secret that he can’t tell anyone. This past summer, when he was biking late at night, he was attacked. He had told Will that he fell off of his bike. That he launched himself into a bush, hence all of the scratches. But that wasn’t true. There was no bush, he was barely in the forest at the time of ambush. Two (three?) dark figures had knocked him off of his bike and onto the dirt path.
They towered over him in the night before the two he remembered crouched down to him. They had been gentle, but firm. Mike had never been so scared. His chest pounded, he could feel his heart beat in his fingertips and ears. They stooped even closer and in one swift motion, his neck was being drained. He made a weak attempt to fight them off, but was losing blood by the second. The world went black.
When he awoke, dizzy and shivering, it was nearly sunrise. He shakily walked his bike home and tried to sleep off whatever bad dream he just had. Nothing worked. He was ‘sick with the flu’ for the week after that.
For the next few months, Mike did his best to adjust to life as a vampire. He has stuck to draining small animals–he’s discovered that one every few days keeps him at bay–and has never touched a human. He would hate himself for the rest of his undead years if someone was to suffer from this because of him.
And, he’s scared that he wouldn’t be able to stop. That he would give into the pleasure of draining a human body of all its blood.
So, after an awkward turtleneck and scarf phase, Mike’s hair got long enough to cover the fading scar of the bite on his neck and he has been learning to deal with his cravings everyday. He’s also learned that feeling any intense emotion, not just bloodlust, can trigger his fangs. This is proving to be insanely tough for someone deeply in love with his best friend.
Mike splashes his face one more time for good measure before leaving the bathroom and joining Will in his room again with a fake smile plastered on his face. When he gets back, Will is sitting criss-cross with his back against the bed on the floor holding a small mirror in front of his face. He turns his head multiple ways, before starting to touch up his black lipstick. Mike walks stealthily back to his spot across from Will on the floor, startling him when he sits and causing a black line of lipstick to go out of bounds.
“Sorry, Will. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Mike manages to get out, half in a daze staring at the black on Will’s lips. “It’s okay.” Will smiles before returning his attention to his small mirror, wiping the stray lipstick with his knuckle and starting to repaint his top lip. Mike is unable to tear his gaze away as Will opens his mouth and flawlessly lines the shape of his lip with black. He forces himself to close his eyes then look down, trying to think of literally anything else. He hears the mirror snap closed, then looks up at Will again. Will seems to be studying him. He uncrosses a leg and reaches it over to nudge Mike’s knee.
“You okay?” Will tilts his head as he asks, exposing the tiniest bit of his neck. Mike is going to lose his mind.
“Yeah… I’m good.” Will raises an eyebrow. “I’m good.”
“You don’t seem so good.” Will’s foot nudges Mike’s leg again. “What’re you thinking about? And don’t say nothing, I can tell when something’s on your mind.”
Mike feels insanely caught, his face heats up slightly. He gulps and tries to focus on anything other than Will’s lips, Will’s neck, Will’s face–Mike looks away. The foot on his leg is persistent and unmoving.
“Um, I just–” Mike glances once up at Will, who’s foot is now tapping his leg to the beat of the music still faintly playing. “I just wanted to say that your makeup looks good.” Mike can feel his face turn a deeper pink as he looks away again, embarrassed at the truth he had to spill to cover his secret.
Will seems to be stunned at first, but quickly leans into the complement with a teasing smile. “That’s what’s on your mind?” Mike meets his eyes, Will’s have a shine to them that he can only deem as mischievous. Mike nods, taking a deep breath. “It suits you, this look. I’m glad you’re finding yourself.”
Will smiles a real smile then, giving a big tap with his foot. “Thanks, Mike. That means a lot coming from you.” Mike smiles at him, eyes a bit too wide and heart beating a bit too fast. Will seems to mull an idea over, searching Mike’s eyes and biting his bottom lip. It makes Mike’s heart flutter.
“Would you, um,” Will starts, fidgeting with the small mirror in his hands. Mike nudges his foot with his leg, encouraging him–maybe silently hoping for something.
“Would you like me to do yours?” Will looks up with soft eyes under his dark eyelids. Mike tilts his head. “To do my, what?” Will laughs, setting the mirror down beside him.
“Your makeup, dumbass.”
Mike’s mouth opens in a silent ‘o’ as he takes in the offer. His face is undeniably red now. He doesn’t think he would be able to have Will be that close to him, looking like that, with his hands on Mike’s face. But how could he say no? With Will sitting there looking up at him with pleading eyes and hands itching to touch Mike. There’s no way this will end well.
“Am I gonna look as cool as you after?” he lets out with a breath. There’s no turning back now. Will smiles widely and starts to gather his items. “I’ll do my best.”
Mike crosses his legs and sits up a little bit straighter as Will scoots toward Mike on the floor. Their knees almost touch, knocking into each other when Will reaches over to grab a brush.
“Do you want anything specific?” Will asks, looking for something in his bag. “Um, not really? I don't know, you're the expert.”
Will looks at him, face only a few inches away from Mike's. He looks at both of Mike's eyes, his nose, cheeks, mouth, eyes again. Mike gulps loudly, Will's eyes linger on his throat. He goes back to rummaging through his bag before pulling out a shimmery palette.
“Okay, what about colour then? Any one's that you don't want?” Will shows him the palette. Mike stares at the shades, mostly wine coloured or black, and shakes his head while looking up. “Not really.” Will rolls his eyes “I trust you Will. Plus weren't you the one that wanted to do my makeup anyway–” will shoves his shoulder with a laugh.
He opens the palette, pauses for a second, then flattens a brush into a rich blue colour. He coats the brush with a pleased look, then looks up at Mike.
“Close your eyes.” Mike gulps again and does as he's told. He feels a light finger on his chin lifting his head up slightly then letting go. Then a soft pressure on his left eyelid, he instinctively flinches.
“Relax, Mike. If you tense up it'll look weird.” Mike takes a deep breath and does his best to relax his eyelids. He feels the brush move over the entirety of his left eye, then move to his right. Will is quiet the whole time. Mike wishes he could open his eyes and see Will concentrating, bottom lip caught in his teeth, eyebrows tugging together. He takes another breath. “Keep your eyes closed, I'm gonna go in with my finger because I don't like using a brush for this part. Is that okay?” Will says softly. Mike nods again.
All was well until Mike felt a hand on the side of his face, holding him steady. His eyes shoot open and see Will's face even closer than before with a finger right next to his eye. He flinches.
“Mike, I said keep your eyes closed.” Will smiles. Mike takes a glance at him. “Sorry…” he mutters while closing his eyes again. He tries to ignore the way he feels when Will moves his head back into position with the hand on his face. He feels Will's finger on his eyelid, moving over the surface. It pauses, lifts, then swipes over the surface again. Mike's head is turned in another direction. His right eyelid gets the same treatment. Will's hand pulls away from his face, Mike does his best not to follow the touch.
“Okay. Now you can open.” Mike obliges. He's still not prepared for Will's face to be that close to him, looking that proud and raking his eyes over Mike's face. He gulps again. Will lets out a hm! and reaches for something else from his bag.
“If you had to encounter any mythological creature, what would you pick?” Will asks out of nowhere. Mike tilts his head in confusion, Will looks at him expectantly.
“What?”
“I'm just wondering.” Will shrugs. “If you don't have an answer that's fine too.” He picks up a black pencil.
“I mean… I've never really thought about it.” Mike can't think of a reasonable answer. Not vampires is all that plays through his mind. He never wants to think about that night in the summer ever again. Will hums again as he leans closer to Mike.
“Well, maybe think about it while I do this. I need you to look up.”
“What are you doing now?”
“I'm putting eyeliner on your waterline.” Mike scrunches his eyebrows in confusion. Too many things for Mike to think about. Will smiles with a huff.
“This goes here–” he points to the top of his own bottom eyelid “and it's easiest to put it on if you look up for me.”
“Okay.”
Mike looks up for Will. For Will he thinks.
He feels a sharp object in his eye and jerks backwards, looking offended.
“Mike.” Will grabs the back of Mike's neck and pulls him forward again. Mike feels his body turn to jelly. “If you do that again I might poke you in the eye. And trust me, that is not fun.” Mike stares at him, barely hearing words. All he can think, feel is Will's hand on his neck. Will leans in again with the pencil, Mike looks up. His body tries to jerk away, but Will's hand holds him in place firmly.
This eyeliner thing is in no way pleasant, but Mike would let Will do this to him any day. Everyday, if he got to feel the strong hand on his neck and Will's breath fanning over his cheek in slow waves.
Will finally pulls the pencil away and Mike looks down, blinking rapidly. Will's thumb brushes over the nape of Mike's neck. He freezes.
“You okay? Will asks. Mike nods, keeping his gaze on Will's eyes and trying desperately not to let his eyes wander. Will smiles, brushing his thumb over the same spot again. “Okay, I'm gonna do the other side.”
Mike looks up again and feels the rough pencil on the bottom of his right eye. This one goes by faster, as he resists less to the object. He leans into Will more, craving his breath on this side of his face. Mike sighs as the pencil leaves his eye. He lets himself look at Will again, whose eyes are rapidly searching both of Mike's. Mike hates how fast his heart starts to race. He closes his eyes for a moment, because they're dry–but also to control his fangs. The way he feels towards Will right now, the want, is going to make him lose control.
Will squeezes slightly before slowly slipping his hand away from Mike's neck. Mike doesn't miss how he lingers over where the bite marks are on his neck. His face heats up as he looks at Will, instantly missing his touch.
“So, have you thought about it?” Will places his hands on his knees. His knuckles brush Mike’s knees, it takes Mike a second to remember what the question was.
“I don’t know… Maybe a werewolf?” Mike stares at Will’s hand, so close to him. “Can I choose to meet them on a non-full moon day? Or is that cheating.”
Will laughs softly. “I think I would consider that cheating, but whatever.” He eyes Mike in the silence that follows his statement. His knuckle twitches and hits Mike’s knee again.
“Is the makeup done?” Mike starts to stand but Will grabs him by the shoulders and pulls him back down. “Nuh-uh, I haven’t done your lips yet.”
Mike gulps, Will stares hard at his lips, then his eyes. As he starts digging for something else from his bag, something in his leg cracks out loud and Will’s face briefly flashes with pain. Mike’s hand shoots for Will’s leg automatically. He just barely touches him before yanking his hand back. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I just–” Will tries to adjust his legs “I think I need to stretch them out or something.” Mike nods, he spots his chair and desk and is about to suggest sitting there instead but is cut off by a tap on his leg.
“Can you move your legs?”
Mike looks down at both of their crossed legs “to… where?”
Will motions vaguely. “Just, out?” he scoots to the side a bit and motions for Mike to stretch his legs out in front of him, Mike does exactly that. He looks at Will, waiting for any further instruction. Will searches Mike’s face for a few seconds before swinging his leg over both of Mike’s–straddling him on his knees. Mike gasps. Will looks down at him. “Is this okay?” he asks, lowering himself so he’s sitting on Mike’s thighs. Mike’s mouth gapes open then closed. “I can get off if you don’t want–”
“No, no. It’s–this is fine.” Mike stutters out, Will smiles. “Okay.”
Will grabs a tube of lipstick from his bag. He looks at Mike’s lips again. Mike lets himself observe Will’s face from this close up, lets himself feel Will on his thighs. He takes a deep breath and tries to focus all of his thoughts on keeping his fangs in.
“So, what about you then?” he asks.
Will tilts his head.
“What about me?”
“What, um, creature would you want to encounter, hm?”
Will looks ethereal from Mike’s angle, he wants WIll to be above him forever. Will’s eyes take on a shine that twinkles down at Mike.
“Vampires.”
Mike’s mouth feels like a desert. Holy fuck.
Mike swallows thickly (Will watches) and looks at him with wide eyes. Will’s attention lies on the lipstick tube that he’s now rolling up, he glances up once. Mike manages to get one word out “...really?” Will smiles and shakes his head.
“Oh yeah– I would totally let a pretty one bite me.” He says, as if it’s obvious. Mike is too stunned to speak or even think, really. Will leans in with the dark crimson lipstick he has chosen, not waiting for Mike to process. He grabs Mike by the chin again and uses his thumb to pull his mouth open a bit wider before going in with the lipstick. He applies it to Mike’s lower lip, Mike stares at him with wide eyes and a heartbeat that resembles an earthquake. When Will pulls away Mike finds the courage to speak.
“You kind of look like a vampire like this.” They meet eyes, WIll smiles big and lifts Mike’s chin again. He applies colour to Mike’s top lip now, Mike watches Will as he concentrates. Will meets his stare when he has finished and pulls away.
“Now you have to do this,” Will smacks his lips together a few times, each making a noise that Mike becomes a little obsessed with. He watches and waits for Mike to do the same–and when he does, Will can’t seem to look away from his lips. He looks back up at Mike’s eyes with his own heavy ones. Mike is struggling to keep his composure.
“There, all done.” Will says, looking him over once more “You kind of look like a vampire too now, by your logic.” Mike tenses under Will’s gaze. He’s so gone, it’s insane. Fuck it Mike thinks.
“...a pretty one?” Mike tilts his head, not breaking their intense eye contact. He could’ve sworn he heard Will’s breath hitch. Will takes his bottom lip between his teeth, then reaches behind him. He hands Mike the small mirror that he had been using earlier. “See for yourself.”
Mike opens the mirror and tears his eyes away from Will and onto himself. He hates to admit to himself that he kind of does look like what a vampire would be described as now. He admires the shimmer on his eyelids and puckers his lips slightly to get the full effect of this new feeling on his face. He would never be confident enough to wear something like this out in the town. But here, with Will sitting on his lap looking at Mike’s face like it’s a piece of art, Mike’s on top of the world. He smiles up at Will, letting his hands rest dangerously close to Will’s thighs.
“So,” Will takes the mirror back “what’d you think?” He snaps the mirror closed and discards it somewhere behind him. His hand hesitates before reaching out and swiping Mike’s hair out of his face to see his eyes more. Mike’s left hand twitches towards Will. “I like it.”
Will huffs out a laugh as he brushes some hair behind Mike’s ear. He lets his hand rest gently on Mike’s clavicle. “Just like? I worked so hard.” He pouts. Mike leans into the warmth on his shoulder. He doesn’t try to hide the sparkle in his eyes as they wander Will’s face.
“I’ll never look as good as you, Will.”
Will smiles shyly and averts his eyes. His thumb strokes Mike’s neck continuously, brushing over half of the scarred over bite. Mike’s eyes widen slightly at the contact, he looks at Will’s neck when he turns his head. Control yourself, Mike. “Yeah, right.” was Will’s response.
“So what do you think, then. How do I look through the eyes of an artist?” Mike’s thumb reaches the side of Will’s knee, he keeps it there. Will’s own thumb doesn't stop its movements as he scans Mike’s face again. His right eye, his left eye, his mouth–where his gaze stays for a longer-than-platonic amount of time.
“I think,” Will’s unoccupied hand slides down his thigh and makes contact with Mike’s hand. Mike holds his breath. “You look beautiful, Mike.”
The breath escapes Mike’s mouth quickly in a burst of nervous laughter, he tries to clear his throat to cover it up. Will squeezes his neck as he laughs lightly with Mike.
“Hey, I mean it.” He says softly.
Mike raises an eyebrow. “Beautiful?”
Will hums and tilts his head. He lays his hand over Mike’s.
“Would you prefer handsome?”
Mike gulps as his face turns red. Will smiles at how obviously flustered Mike is. “You look very handsome, Mike.” Mike dips his head, trying to hide his blush. “Will…”
Will removes his hand from Mike’s and lifts it to run through his hair instead. Mike shivers as Will’s hand massages into his scalp, he keeps his head down. Focus, Mike.
How was Mike supposed to focus on keeping his fangs in when Will was on his lap calling him handsome, threading his fingers through his hair, caressing his neck so softly? How is he not supposed to imagine how it would feel to sink his teeth into the side of his neck– his pale, exposed, neck that lies waiting for him if he was to look up again. He gulps back the saliva pooling in his mouth.
Will drums his fingers on the bite scar to the beat of the song playing. Mike bites his lower lip, he grasps Will's knee. Will's hand tightens in Mike's hair briefly. “I might even let a handsome vampire bite me.” Mike freezes, Will's words came out just above a whisper. “That is, if I met one.” His thumb strokes Mike's neck again.
Fuck.
Mike feels his fangs start to peek through. He hides his face even more, forehead making contact with Will's shoulder. Will pets the back of his head. Mike lets out a shaky breath.
“You can't say that, Will.” Both of Mike's hands rest on Will's knees now, he struggles to keep them there. Will tenses, his breath catching at Mike's statement.
“Mike.”
Mike’s hold on Will's knees tightens. Will sweeps part of his hair from his forehead, giving Mike's eyes a path. He looks up at Will from his resting place on his shoulder. Seeing Will looking down at him like this, face red under the white he painted his face with, pupils dark under the black shimmer of his eyelids– that was the last straw. Their eyes lock, and Mike can't force himself to look away.
“Mike,” will starts, sounding out of breath. “If you were a vampire, I would let you bite me.”
Mike can feel his fingers digging into Will's knees and thighs, he knows his eyes must look crazy right now. He breathes deeply, closing his eyes and clenching his jaw. He hopes desperately that maybe his fangs will stay, but it's too late. His heart is too far gone.
He feels a finger under his chin and lets his face get lifted from Will's shoulder. When he opens his eyes he's face to face with Will who now has one hand holding his jaw and the other still playing with strands of his hair. Mike can't find it in himself to say anything. He doesn't dare to open his mouth. He stares up at Will.
“Can I–” Will's thumb reaches towards Mike's lips, tugging on his bottom one slightly. Mike’s gaze is strong and trained on Will's eyes. “Can I see them?”
Mike raises an eyebrow, trying to be chill but panicking.
“Don't play dumb with me, Mike.” Will tilts his head, Mike's eyes unwillingly trace the milky skin of his neck. Mike's mouth falls open the slightest. Will’s thumb pries his bottom lip open wider and pulls his mouth to the side, exposing the tip of one of his fangs. Will gasps, pupils expanding. Mike closes his mouth defensively, prying his eyes away and turning his head.
“Mike, it's okay. I just– I can't believe they're real…” he pulls Mike's face back as his thumb prods again. Mike finally lets it happen. He lets his fangs fully break through, lets Will and his big beautiful eyes explore them. He hangs onto Will like a lifeline as his fingers touch the sensitive teeth. He moves one hand up to Will's waist, squeezing it lightly.
He knows Will is just curious, but he has to realize how erotic this is for Mike. His new teeth, new nerve endings, new desires. He knows he must look pathetic under Will, grasping him, staring with no shame, letting Will stick his fingers in his mouth. He tries to stay grounded.
“How–” he says around Will's thumb “how did you know?”
Will retracts his hand, going back to cup Mike's jaw gently. He smiles and brushes hair behind Mike's ear. He tilts Mike's head to the side to get a better view of the scar on his neck. Will circles the two white dots with his index finger.
“Did you think I wouldn't notice?” Mike shivers and holds Will's waist a bit harder. “You wore scarves in the summer, Mike.” Mike can feel his face heating up. “You and I both know how many comic books I've read, I saw the signs.” he lets Mike face him again. “And not once have you ever wanted to grow your hair, except for after your scarf phase? I'm not stupid.”
Will runs both of his hands through Mike's hair, letting his wrists rest on the back of Mike's neck after. “Your hair does look good like this, though.”
Mike is practically trembling beneath Will, chest rising and falling rapidly. Will licks his lips and stares at Mike's fangs. He leans a bit closer. Mike’s thumbs dig into Will's hipbone, Will bites his lip.
“I meant what I said, by the way.” Mike feels like he's going to have an aneurysm. Or an orgasm. Or both.
Will's hands slide down Mike's neck to his shoulders. “I would let you bite me.”
They maintain eye contact for what feels like forever before Mike can finally speak.
“Will I– fuck.” Mike rips his eyes away from Will's neck again. If there's ever a time to be honest, it would be now. “I want so much more than that from you.” Will sucks in a breath. “I've had to hide my fangs from you so many times, but it's not just your blood I want, Will.” He feels Will's thighs squeeze around his legs. Mike reaches a hand up to cup Will's cheek, he leans in to the touch instantly.
“I want you, Will.”
Will leans forward until their foreheads are touching. He studies Mike's eyes, as if looking for any detection of a lie. Mike lets his thumb caress Will's cheek. Their breaths mix in the space between their mouths. Will drags his thumb from Mike's bottom lip down to his chin, bringing a line of lipstick with it.
“Will–” a tight grasp on Mike's chin “please.”
Will closes the gap between them. Their lips meet and Mike produces a low noise he wasn’t aware his throat could make. Will responds with an equally as satisfied tone.
Their mouths are hot against each other, hands moving slowly but surely over the other's body. Mike lets his hands flatten over Will’s torso and move upwards. He rests them on his collar bones, not daring to go near his neck yet. The record switches to a more upbeat song and Mike swears he can feel his heartbeat racing with it as Will kisses at his lips with a hunger that parallels his own.
Will pulls on a knot in Mike’s hair, causing him to gasp and Will to sneak his tongue past his lips. Mike gives in immediately. Will slowly runs his tongue over all of Mike’s teeth, letting it linger on both of the pointed fangs. Mike shivers and claws at Will’s shoulders, who then lets out a breathy whine. Will explores the unfamiliar feeling of the supernatural teeth like his tongue depends on it. His hands clutch at pieces of Mike's hair and his neck, pulling roughly.
Will starts to pull away, catching Mike’s bottom lip in his teeth and biting down hard. Mike’s eyes flutter open to see Will’s own staring at him as his teeth break the skin on Mike’s lip. His pupils are blown so wide that his eyes barely look brown anymore, and carry an intensity that makes Mike quiver. Will draws back and Mike can taste his own blood in his mouth. Will heaves out his breaths and wipes Mike’s lip with two of his knuckles. He then brings the bloodied knuckles to his mouth, licking the red off of them while maintaining eye contact with Mike.
Mike swallows thickly and reaches to hold Will’s neck with both of his hands, half hoping that covering it will stop this want to bite into him. He can feel Will’s pulse under his hands which is definitely not helping, he applies pressure to Will’s adams apple as he swallows.
Mike observes the boy in front of him, lipstick smudged because of him. Eyes unapologetically wanting, hands travelling back up to his hair and getting tangled in it. Mike closes his eyes and enjoys the feeling of fingers on his scalp, at the nape of his neck. He feels Will lean in but doesn’t open his eyes until he feels hair brushing his face.
Will presses a soft kiss to the side of Mike’s jaw. He tilts his head to give him access instantly. Will kisses a trail down his neck, letting each one stay longer than the last. Mike lets his hands slip down and feel Will’s back, stroking his shoulder blades. He sucks in a breath shortly when Will presses a firm kiss to the scar on his neck, the skin more tender there than the rest of his neck. Will kisses that spot again before biting Mike’s earlobe lightly. “Mike,” he says in a low tone right next to Mike’s ear. Mike digs his fingers into Will’s back.
“I want you to bite me”
Will breathes the words out, half moaning the last two. Mike’s eyes shoot open, his fangs aching. Will bites down on the scar, giving Mike no time to process anything before he’s a mess under him. Mike writhes and tries to catch his breath as Will nips repeatedly in the same area on his neck. He finally gains the strength to grasp Will’s hair and pull him back to be face to face. They pant into each other's mouths. Will can’t seem to keep his hands off of Mike, they find their way into his hair again.
“Will…” Will stares at Mike’s mouth. He kisses him again, Mike pushes back and licks at Will’s lip this time. Will opens his mouth in surrender.
Mike lets his tongue line Will’s teeth. He tastes traces of his own blood on them and pulls back sharply. Will gasps.
“What’s– what's wrong?”
Mike’s chest is heaving and saliva pools in the back of his mouth again. His fangs are throbbing and his vision is becoming slightly unclear. He closes his eyes with a deep breath and feels Will’s hand on his cheek. When he opens his eyes again, Will is looking at him meaningfully.
“Mike, it’s okay. You don’t have to hide it from me anymore.”
Mike sighs and tries not to let his eyes stray from Will’s.
“Will, you don’t understand…”
Will tilts his head slightly, purposely exposing more of his neck as he strokes Mike’s hair. Mike takes in a shaky breath.
“I understand enough.”
“I can’t do that to you, Will!” Mike tries and fails to tear his eyes away from Will’s neck. “You’ll have to drink blood. You- I don’t want you to have to go through the transition.” Will pulls on some of Mike’s hair “It sucks, Will.”
“Do you think I’m going to let you go through this alone? It’s bad enough that I wasn’t there for you when you were struggling.”
“I–” Mike starts, subconsciously leaning in. “I don’t know if I can stop myself, Will. I’ve never had a human, I– I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I trust you, Mike. Just remember it’s me. And besides, I like a little bit of pain.” Will’s eyes shine down at Mike, who finally meets his gaze. The air between them is static with lust.
“I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Mike.” Will presses a kiss to Mike’s cheek, face flaming. “And if that means you have to kill me, please do. I never want to leave your side.”
Mike kisses Will long and thoroughly. He pulls back, eyebrows scrunched together.
“I want you by my side forever, Will. I just– Are you sure?”
Will smiles, presses another kiss to Mike’s lips, then pulls back and puts his neck on full display for him.
“I’m yours, Mike.”
Mike uses all of his restraint and leans into Will’s neck. He kisses his jawline, his throat (which bobs as he does), his neck. He holds the other side of Will’s neck with his hand, stroking it soothingly.
“Relax, Will. I’ll try to be as gentle as I can.” He murmurs against the flushed skin of his neck. Will takes in a breath, and Mike lets his desires take control of him.
Will gasps as the fangs press against his neck, Mike’s hot breath puffing out in clouds. They puncture his skin and Will squeezes the hold he has on Mike’s hair. Will’s mouth falls open and lets out a moan as Mike laps up the first of his blood. His hands shoot up to touch Mike everywhere, anywhere he can.
“Mike~”
Mike continues to drink from him, humming at the encouragement from Will. He relishes in the thought of Will actually letting him drink his blood. Willingly giving himself up to Mike, trusting him with taking his life and trading it for life eternal.
Will feels himself start to get light headed, he continues to grab at Mike wherever he can and let small sounds emit from his throat. This is the single hottest thing that either of them have experienced, and wordlessly are letting the other know.
Mike growls into Will’s neck, a sound that Will is sure will replay in his head from now until forever.
Will’s grip on Mike falters as he starts to lose consciousness. Mike squeezes his neck, then holds it upright when Will falls limp in his arms.
* * *
Will wakes up to sunlight in his eyes. He squints and tries to sit up but is met with an arm slung around his torso and a very dizzy head.
He surveys the room– nothing out of the ordinary. Just him and Mike tucked into the same bed (Mike’s bed) cuddled into each other. Totally normal.
He reaches up to his neck, where his hand is met with a large bandage and a sharp pain that makes him hiss.
He tries to turn onto his side to look at Mike, but ends up knocking into him and waking him up in the process. He settles on his side to watch Mike stir awake. Mike smiles at him when he realizes where he is. Will smiles back and lets himself be pulled closer.
Mike still wears his makeup from the previous night, another reminder to Will that none of that was a dream. He assumes he is also still wearing his makeup.
“Good morning.” Mike rasps out, stroking Will’s back gently. Will can see the slightest trace of blood trailing down his chin. He leans in and kisses Mike, who smiles into the kiss.
“Good morning.” Will smiles. He tucks some hair behind Mike’s ear.
“How’re you feeling?” Mike's eyebrows show concern, and he lifts a hand to feel Will’s forehead. Will shrugs.
“Dizzy mostly, kind of nauseous? I think?” Mike nods understandingly.
“I can’t believe you let me do that.”
“I can’t believe you did that.” Will smiles, it quickly turns into a smirk. “That was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”
Mike gulps before kissing Will again. He kisses all over his face, then lays his head beside Will’s on the pillow with their foreheads touching.
“Me too.” he replies honestly.
“We should do that again sometime.” Will suggests. Mike huffs a laugh.
“You have to get your strength back first. This week is going to feel like actual hell for you.” Will pouts. “Maybe in the future we can do that again, though.”
They smile at each other.
“I’m gonna need to go out to get you something to drink soon, how do you take this off?” He gestures to his face.
“But you look so pretty with it.” Will caresses his face. Mike blushes.
“So you’ve told me.” He smiles. “I just don’t want to attract more attention than I need to when I go.”
Will huffs. “If you must, you can use a damp washcloth.”
Mike nods and sits up, heading to get out of bed. Will grabs his arm.
“Mike–”
“Yes, Will?”
Will uses Mike’s arm to pull himself up to a sitting position, ignoring the dizziness. Mike supports his back, concerned.
“I love you.”
Mike breaks out into the widest grin he’s ever smiled. He leans back to kiss Will, who responds and kisses back desperately. They pull away, Will admires the bruise over Mike’s scar on his neck. His bruise.
“I love you too.”