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Doctor Legundo found himself in Owen's grasp, one hand clutched at his waist and the other on his shoulder. This, of course, was a position he had allowed himself to be in. Even the fangs in his neck. Legundo counted the seconds as he kept his mind on the fact that this was a professional transaction. Owen needed blood, and he'd taken it as his job to provide just that. The vampire feeding from his neck may not have been his first choice for something like this, but it was about trust. Even if that trust left him this vulnerable.
Focus, just stay focused. This wasn't the first time they'd done this. While he couldn't exactly say it was normal, common might be a better word. He was keenly aware of each subtle movement from Owen as the time came close for Legundo to tell him that he'd taken enough. Forest stretched around them in every direction. They stood alone among a small clearing. Legundo took a breath, he closed his eyes for a mere moment.
As he opened his eyes once again, a third figure suddenly stood nearby. Just a few paces behind Owen. "Scott?" Caught off guard, The name fumbled out of Legundo's mouth as he tensed. Out of anyone, of course it was him to find them like this. The elder vampire seemed to have a sort of knack for being there when you want him the least. Owen paused, no longer drinking from him. Having left the bite wound to trickle blood.
He did not, however, let go. Instead his grip on the doctor only tightened. He pulled him closer as a growl escaped his throat. Legundo felt his face flush with embarrassment. His jaw hung open for a moment, not having expected this sort of reaction. It was like Owen was guarding his food from being stolen away. "Owen." He called this time with a harsh, hushed tone. He resisted the immediate urge to tell Scott that nothing was going on here, knowing that would have just given the impression of something else happening here.
Owen huffs. He leaned into Legundo's neck once again and licked over the bite wound, much rougher than he ever had before. He ignored the shiver that ran up his spine. Another moment the doctor had to keep his mind from running away from him. This is to help Owen, nothing else is relevant. He was just closing the wound. In fact, this kept the bite mark from scarring. Something Legundo was keenly aware of given the set of scars left on him from the first time Owen drank from him. He'd never clarified why he didn't heal it himself that time. Finally, he pulled away. The hand on his waist lingered for just a moment longer than needed. Not something to think about.
What he did have to think about was their uninvited guest. Scott Goldsmith. Him having shown up could be nothing but trouble. But before he could've said another word, Scott began. "I never would've expected this from you, doctor." Purposely having left vague what his exact read on the situation was.
Legundo paused. Carefully considered how he should answer. He was certainly feeling the effects of blood loss. He'd planned on returning home to rest just after this. That, among other reasons, made escalation a practical death sentence. "I was just giving him some of my blood, Owen is a patient of mine." His words were measured as he ignored the glare thrown at him from Owen as he said the word patient.
Scott looked absolutely delighted. "Right, and you'll let any one of your patients do that, then?" His gaze landed directly on Legundo's neck. There was something in Scott's voice that was separate from his mocking tone. A certain edge. He couldn't help but feel like he was missing something being said just below the surface.
Legundo felt a twinge of annoyance for the fact that Scott knew exactly how he was making it sound. "What's your point?"
"I'm just seeing how ready you were to leave yourself defenseless for him. What would you do if he decided to drain you dry? Or even rip you to shreds?" Scott questioned. His eyes flicked over to Owen to watch his reaction.
Was he trying to prove something? The doctor's jaw clenched in response. It's true, with Owen holding on to him like that, there wouldn't be any sort of escape for him. He couldn't help but lower his gaze as he thought about why he'd agreed to do it this way. Ask him a million times and he'd answer the same, Owen's comfort. The thoughts he'd been pushing down this whole time resurfaced once again. That wasn't the whole truth. No. No, he can't let Scott get into his head over this. A dizziness was taking hold of him, just blood loss. Nothing else. Legundo took a breath.
Scott clicked his tongue. "How sweet, you trust him."
Owen then stepped forward. "That's enough."
"Is it?" Scott made a show of quickly disregarding him in favor of turning back toward Legundo. "And what if I needed a drink?"
Legundo's brows furrowed. Even if he could be giving out more blood today, the idea of letting Scott feed from him only brought up fury. He stood up straighter in spite of the still present dizziness. He really needed to rest soon. Just get through this. "I think you've certainly had your fill." He referred to the snow white hair he had previously gained.
Scott laughed. With intense speed, he was then stood directly in front of Legundo, who blinked incredulously at the sudden closeness. "Confident, are we?" The vampire said through a grin. The doctor took a step backwards. He matched him. They continued a few steps more until Legundo's back hit a tree.
His breath caught. With the other now being this close, Legundo caught on to something. The simple fact that Scott and Owen truly could not be more different. Where Owen was a soothing cold he could find himself leaning into if he wasn't careful, Scott Goldsmith was a cold so harsh that it burned. He found himself looking over to Owen, needing some sort of out.
Owen didn't even need to meet his eyes. He was already set on intervening. He grabbed Scott's shoulder to push him back, then placed himself firmly between the two. "Scott." He growled in warning with bared fangs.
In response Scott gave a tilt of his head. "Wanting him all to yourself? Shouldn't he be helping anyone who needs it?" A knowing grin adorned his face as he turned and stepped a few paces away. Owen followed on his heels.
"He doesn't have the blood for every entitled bastard who comes asking." Both had immediately taken to talking like Legundo wasn't even there. He wanted to tell Owen he could handle it from here, but that wasn't exactly true. He was grateful for the newfound distance, allowing him to slide down and sit by the tree he'd just been pushed up against.
"Oh, just the 'entitled bastard' that's grown weirdly attached to him. Right?"
"I hardly see how that's relevant." It was clear that Scott had struck a nerve.
"Of course it isn't. Then you'll have no problem dealing with him when the time comes."
Legundo watched Owen intently. It was becoming clear that Scott's goal was to get a rise out of Owen. The heat wasn't coming down. He was far from an expert in the workings of vampirism, but if it became a full fight he didn't like Owen's chances.
"Or," Scott continued. "I could instead."
"You wouldn't." Owen looked ready to lunge at the elder vampire.
Scott laughed, clearly getting a kick out of this whole thing. "Not now, honestly I'm just curious." His eyes drifted to the doctor before he sauntered toward him. "What taste could've left Owen so enraptured."
Legundo swallowed hard as Scott now stood over him, shifting from the intense eyes boring through him.
Owen stomped over to stand by Scott's side. "I told you—" Something about his anger had shifted, but certainly not lessened.
"Well," Legundo finally interjected. He had to try something, anything. "If that's the case." Scott leaned forward slightly, he towered over him as he sat there. Owen shoots a glare, which Scott responds to with a smug look. He hesitated before taking a breath to continue. "Let me finish. I need to be well enough to care for all of my patients, I can't spare any more today. However," His eyes shifted over. "Would my blood not be coursing through Owen's system now?"
Owen snorted. "That's not how this works."
Scott eyed the younger vampire. "Goes to show how little your sire taught you." That got a reaction from him. "Strong tastes, like human blood, can override a vampires natural blood flavor for a short while. Especially with how much you seem to have taken." Owen grumbled something about vampirism as he looked away. Scott leaned back, letting out a hum as he tapped a clawed finger to his chin. Legundo hid his nerves as he looked up. The vampires eyes flicked down to him. He waited a few moments. He'd already made up his mind, he just wanted to see if he could make him squirm more. Now looking over to Owen. "If you want me to keep my fangs out of your precious doctor this badly, He has given us quite the elegant solution."
Owen stared down at Legundo, and the doctor thought he may indeed tear him apart from that look in his eyes. That then faded to a more complicated expression, one he was unable to decipher. He sighed, turning to Scott. "He's not my precious anything. But if this is what it takes for you to finally leave." He couldn't maintain eye contact. "Fine."
"Perfect!" Owen had barely glanced over when Scott grabbed his arm and pulled him a comfortable distance away. He held him close, much to Owen's disgust. Legundo couldn't help but be reminded of the way Owen had held him just before they'd been interrupted. He could almost still feel the touch. Another thought to chase away.
Scott leaned in, whispering something to the other vampire. Despite his best effort, the only word Legundo was able to make out was "show". Owen rolled his eyes, almost looking embarrassed. "Just get it over with." He replied. Scott was surprisingly gentle as one hand rested on his back and the other carded through his curly hair.
Owen stared downward. Scott seemed amused and tilted his head with an expression Legundo couldn't quite read. He held this until the other tore his eyes away from the ground to look up at him. There we go, that's what he wanted. Then he looked over, toward Legundo, sending him an inexplicable wink. He didn't quite know how to respond to that, let alone what it even meant.
Scott turned back, balling his hand into a fist and pulling gently on Owen's hair. Tilting his head to the side to get easier access to his neck. They exchange a few more words Legundo couldn't hear. At this point, he really felt like he was the one intruding. This would be a great time to get back to Oakhurst. He shifted to start standing up. Scott, who had seemed to have been fully absorbed with Owen up until this moment, immediately darted his gaze toward the doctor. A deadly look made the message crystal clear. He slumped back against the tree. Scott grinned at his obedience.
He turned back to Owen, finally burying his face in his neck. He didn't seem to be nearly as precise as even Owen when he roughly bit down. Legundo hadn't expected that of him, it seemed contrary to the way he meticulously presented himself. A sharp hiss escaped the vampire. It dawned on him, he'd done it on purpose. Possibly to make the initial bite hurt more.
Once he latched on, Scott only took a couple gulps. He'd agreed to a taste alone. Going back on that would've looked like a loss of control. Scott Goldsmith doesn't lose control. Of himself or otherwise. He pulled back, blood dripped from the bite mark. Owen looked at him expectantly. The other played dumb as he stared back with an innocent grin.
Owen's brows furrowed, his expression became something slightly more pathetic. "Do you mind?" He grumbled in response. His feelings about this were complicated enough, the last thing he needed was a constant reminder of it.
"Something the matter?" He raised a brow.
Huffing, Owen looked away. "Dealing with your mess."
"All you had to do was ask." Scott leaned in once more, feather light as he ensured the wound closed. He relished in the last bit of blood it gave him. He understood what Owen saw in that doctor, in more ways than one. "Now," He pulled away, returning to lean over Legundo once more. "I hope next time I can get it straight from the source. Until then, doctor." Not waiting for a response, the elder vampire disappeared into a cloud of bats that quickly dispersed in every direction.
Quickly after, Owen was at his side. He crouched down to be next to him. Most strangely, he grabbed on to Legundo's arm. He held it tightly, as if without warning he could run or be taken away. "Owen?" This certainly wasn't like him. Excluding their professional encounters, the two of them weren't ones for… physical contact. He could be mistaken, but he could've sworn Owen leaned into him slightly at the sound of his own name. He didn't make eye contact.
"Don't trust Scott." Owen's voice was a mix of a demand and a plea.
Legundo couldn't help but chuckle. "I know, I didn't plan on it."
Owen finally met his eyes. "No, you don't know." Tone immediately shutting down any further debate.
He considered for a moment before responding simply. "Alright, thank you." He stood, Owen released his arm as he did the same. Legundo turned to the direction of Oakhurst, away from him. This had been… a lot. Far too much, even. A lot that he couldn't even think about unpacking. "Until next time?"
A pause. "Next time." Followed by the distinct squeak of bats.
Legundo began walking back. He'd grown used to the feeling of being watched. Only now, he couldn't be sure if it was from one set of eyes or two.