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If you’d asked Micheal in med school if he believed in vampires he’d have laughed in your face, after all, blood drinking creatures that turn into bats? Really? How stupid! Micheal could almost laugh if it wasn’t so ironic as he stood quietly in the kitchen.
It was almost 8am, but since it was an off day it meant he’d be back in bed by noon if not earlier, and usually he slept in later; but this morning Micheal was awoken to a very soft chirping sound and incessant poking at his chin.
You see, when Micheal had gotten to the residency stage of his career he had decided to take up his residency at the best hospital in town; PTMC, Pittsburgh medical trauma center. Throughout his first year working in the ED he slowly went from “Dr. Robinavitch” to “Dr. Robby”, he slowly got a grasp on the odd hours and found he prefers days over nights, and found hes especially good at holding his bladder all day (minus 1 accident when there were back to back traumas from a pileup).
Micheal’s first year was good, relatively easy, constantly following his mentor Adamson around before eventually growing his own wings. Yet as he became a senior resident he was forced to take some night shifts, something about not having enough doctors for the nights or something when Micheal met the most gorgeous R4 that had 1 year less of experience.
Over a few weeks they got close. Micheal and the R4, or Jack, as he’d learned, began to work together very well. Jack was a tad stoic and maybe even a bit intense but after a while he softened up and the two were practically bluetoothed mentally. Micheal had spent a lot of time on slower nights observing Jack; his brown curls that were always perfect, his freckle covered skin, his almost perfect physique, his shift snacks that consisted entirely of fruit, nuts, and the occasional candy bar that he never fully finished, and just overall how much depth he had.
But what Micheal did start to notice was how odd Jack acted sometimes, he never worked day shifts, never liked to handle the blood bags or coolers in the blood room, always strayed away for a few minutes every couple hours on shift. Micheal knew it could’ve just been for bathroom breaks but he always returned looking a bit too guilty to have just been taking a piss. So one day when Micheal saw Jack begin to leave he followed him, and was soon stood over a fearful Jack holding an almost expired blood bag with drops of blood on his lips and chin as he rapidly tried to explain and plead for Micheal to not report him.
Robby almost laughs looking back, after all it was just his luck his fellow resident was a vampire. But Robby found himself strangely fond of the creature he’d taken in. Jack now fed exclusively from almost expired blood or straight from Robby, which just meant Robby had to be on top of his *and* Jack’s diets. Yet Robby knew he wouldn’t change it for anything.
Robby sighed as he scraped the cubed fruit off of the cutting board into a bowl, making sure they were all bit sized before heading towards where he knew his hungry bat was waiting. At the sight of Robby, Jack immediately began chirping from where he laid on the arm of the couch, basking in the warm early morning sun rays from the window. Robby took a moment to admire the scene as he walked closer; Jack didn’t like to be in his bat form often but when he did he was a lazy little bastard, always lounging in the sun and wiggling his way under Robby’s shirts to steal his warmth. Jack was laid across the arm of the couch with his thin, velvety wings lazily stretched as he chirped impatiently at Robby.
Robby sat the bowl of fruit on the coffee table and sat down, watching as Jack crawled around and adjusted to face Robby, looking up with an unfairly adorable expression as he waited for Robby to start feeding him.
“Impatient little bastard, aren’t you?” Robby chuckled, reaching out to scratch Jack’s fuzzy head as his other hand reached for the fruit bowl. Jack just chirped in response as Robby grabbed a small cube of apple and held it out to Jack, watching as the sweet bat quickly accepted the fruit and chewed it messily, getting little drops of juice all down his jaw and on the couch
After a little while of being fed Jack was full, but now he was sticky with fruit juice and clearly displeased as he clawed at Robby’s hand.
“I told you to be more careful when you eat so you don’t get so sticky.” Robby cooed teasingly as he scooped Jack into his arms, cradling the bat against his bare chest as he made a detour to discard the empty bowl before making his way upstairs to the bathroom connected to their bedroom.
Jack clung to Robby as he was carried, not paying much attention as his sensitive ears zoned in on the sound of Robby’s heartbeat, only pulled out of his drifting thoughts by a gently pet on the head. Jack lifted his head and nudged his snout at Robby’s sternum, earning a soft smile as he was gently shifted in Robby’s arms.
The rest of the ordeal was routine, Robby filled the sink with warm water, gave Jack a quick bath to get the fruit juice out of his fur and make him “not stinky” in Robby’s words, before giving him a bordering on agressive towel dry before carrying him out back to the bedroom. After changing out of his now damp sweatpants Robby returned to the bed and found a nude, damp Jack Abbot half asleep in the center of the bed, bundled up in the blankets and looking up at Robby with a weary expression.
“You doing okay Jack? Food coma finally hitting?” Robby asked softly, slipping under the blankets and pulling his lover close, letting Jack curl into him as he yawned.
“Mmh..” Jack murmured, pressing a lazy kiss to Robby’s clavicle before immediately falling asleep, his breaths warm and steady as the puffed across Robby’s bare chest. Jack had a hand on Robby’s abdomen and Robby had one arm around Jack, holding him close, while his other arm was resting across his own chest as he gently combed his fingers through Jack’s curls, slowly letting sleep take him aswell.
God Robby loves early mornings.