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Pyro hadn't thought he'd ever actually end up in this situation. He hadn't expected himself to offer, had expected Scott to take it even less, but alas there was nothing he could do about it now.
Well that wasn't entirely true, if they voiced as much as hesitation Scott would be quick to find his dinner elsewhere with how unsure he was about taking blood from anyone. It had taken weeks for the quartet to convince him that it was fine to drink from them, to at least do so if they currently couldn't find anything else big enough around-
It hadn't been pretty when Scott had drunk from Drift the first time, it had been obviously painful in a way she wasn't prepared for and the effort it took to get Scott to drink anything in the days afterwards was something Pyro didn't want to think about again.
But he couldn't back out, not now that Scott had taken the offer, even if the thought of it made their heart beat a little faster. It wasn't like they were scared, and he wouldn't want to risk Scott thinking that he was. Of sharing his blood or of him.
"You're sure?" Scott couldn't help himself asking again and getting a laugh in return "I've got enough to share, and you know I've got a high pain tolerance" they assured him, deeply amused by the eye roll that second comment got them. No doubt reminding the other of the amount of times he'd gotten hurt doing stupid shit when younger.
"I'm just checking. You don't have to do this" Scott muttered as he pulled off his gloves. There was another, brief look that passed over his face when Pyro offered his wrist to him that they didn't know how to read, but it was quickly replaced by that slightly worried brow Scott had worn since entering his room.
"I'll be fine" he insisted, watching as Scott took the arm he offered into his hands, feeling a little lightheaded already. There was just something about it, about watching this 6'4" mountain, 6'4" vampire, handling his arm so delicately. So very careful as he opened the cuff and pushed the dark sleeve back. Pyro could see the the slightly sharpened nails on those thands. They didn't touch his skin once… and he was not going to think about the slight disappointment he felt about that.
Scott closed his eyes as he lifted the arm, leaning in. It didn't matter how much Pyro braced for it he couldn't help sucking in a breath when lips settled against his wrist. Only to cringe at Scott's immediate pause, all attention back on their face while asking if he was alright.
"Fine, fine, just- just not used to the sensation" he waved of the concern, hoping that the low light of the fire would at least somewhat hide the red that was collecting on his face. Trying not to think about the fact that low light wasn't really an issue for vampires. And hoping Scott didn't think about it too much.
"If it's too much-" "Scott. It's fine" he interrupted, the vampire staring at him for a moment before eventually letting out a sigh and bringing the wrist back to his mouth "Just. tell me" Scott added, and Pyro was very proud that their voice did not shake when telling him that they would, feeling those lips against his skin again, almost like a kiss, before parting.
For a moment he could see a glint of those sharp, white fangs under the firelight before they sunk into his flesh and he was deeply grateful that Scott had closed his eyes again, managing to swallow most of the sound that tried to escape him but not to keep his face from scrunching up. It wasn't the worst pain he felt, but it did hurt, even for him, and Scott was already hesitant enough as is. He didn't mind, it was only the initial bite that hurt anyway.
He could feel the moment those fangs pulled back and Scott started drinking instead, and part of him thought that it should probably be more uncomfortable than it was. Blood was not meant to leave your body like this, or in these amounts, and maybe in the back of their mind there was something protesting against it but Pyro was far too mesmerized by the view to give it any notice. The way Scott's hair fell into his face from the angle, the way his worried expression melted into one of bliss, the way a hint of red crept into those pale cheeks making him look a bit less like one of those frozen corpses up north.
The last part was one that happened just as much with animal blood or that of any other person, but there was something else that he knew didn't happen with other blood. That Scott had told him didn't happen with other blood. He could feel some of the warmth seeping back into those hands that held onto his arm.
Normal blood could work against the coldness of death, but it didn't warm him, not really. It had no hope against the additional cold of his magic. Their blood though? Their blood could. The fire of their magic seeped into their blood as much as it did every part of him. Managing to return a bit of warmth to the vampire despite his ice magic. Managing to return a bit of the life he failed to protect by leaving, the life he owed him.
It felt like forever until Scott eventually pulled back again, though he had no idea how long it actually took. Somewhere between the slight colour in Scott's cheek and the dizziness creeping in time had stopped to have any meaning.
The world spun a little as his eyes remained on Scott's face. Remained on the bright red staining his lips. And maybe it was the blood loss, but without much, or any, thought he raised the arm still held by Scott to cup his cheek and oh. That look was dangerous to think about too long, especially in his current state. That look of surprised confusion as violet eyes managed to somehow blink up at him.
It didn't last long and maybe it was better that way as Scott stood up, licking the rest of the blood from his lips. "See, I'm fine" they grinned up at him, ignoring the scowl that passed over the other's face as he grabbed the bandages he'd prepared earlier with a sigh "I still don't like it"
"Don't like that I'm fine?" "Pyro." He couldn't help a chuckle at the glare that got him "I know I can't taste that bad"
Scott evidently decided to ignore him and focus on wrapping up his wrist. Not that it was really necessary, the bite was barely even bleeding anymore, but there was no convincing Scott against it. And not like Scott ignoring them had ever stopped them from talking.
"Actually though, how do I taste?"
"…"
"It looked to be pretty good"
"…"
"Who tasted better?" He asked, only to end up wincing when Scott pulled the bandage a bit too tight for a moment before tying it off "You should rest, I'll bring by some food later" Scott told him instead of answering his questions, helping them get up as well.
"I have food" "I will bring you some later" Scott insisted, watching him stumble over a step or two before just grabbing his arm again to help him up the stairs despite several protests along the way.
Scott watched them settle in, Cindy quick to climb up onto the bed as well and cuddle up with them for a nap, only really turning to go once Pyro looked about ready to fall asleep. And, very quietly, on the way out, he did answer:
"Home, Pyro. You taste like home"