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Pyro knocked as he opened the door to Scott and Shelby's apartment, he knew that at this point he'd been over enough that he had permission to just walk in, but he was at least raised with some manners. He entered to a muffled, half-hearted greeting from Scott, who was rummaging in the fridge and muttering to himself. Pyro watches him as they take off their shoes, trying to figure out what had the vampire discarding his usual, laid-back demeanor. "Uh, Scott? Are you okay?"
"Hm? Oh, sorry," Scott shut the fridge, turning to face Pyro, "I was trying to find something to eat, but it seems we've ran out of meat. There isn't even any left in the freezer."
"You're not like, super hungry, are you? How often do you need to eat?"
Scott waved his hand dismissively as he walked over to the couch, Pyro following behind, "I'm not starving, you're fine. And to answer your question, it depends on what my diet is and how much I have. Animal blood will keep me satisfied for about a day, maybe a day and a half if it's fresh game like a deer or elk. Human blood is, like the stories say, the preferred option. Back in the day, I could go about a week between meals, of course that's was only when I fully drained the person. Unfortunately for me, and fortunately for the city, if I want to keep living here, that option is off the table."
Pyro had taken out his notebook, jotting down what Scott was saying as they sat on opposite ends of the sofa, he only hesitated slightly when the vampire brought up dining on humans. Human blood kept him satiated for longer? Perhaps something to do with the nutrients being different? A truly absurd idea was starting to form in their head, they needed to learn more. "What about if you don't…you know…kill? Could you just feed off someone and then let them go on living? Isn't that a thing vampires can do?"
"What, like a Thrall?" Scott glanced at him from where he was lounging against his armrest, nonchalantly stretching to lay his legs across Pyro's lap, causing the younger man to blush faintly, "I mean, I did have a couple back in the day…but then there's the whole 'unwilling participant' issue again."
Pyro hummed, lightly tapping their pen against Scott's shin, their notebook now resting on his ankles. That same inane idea floating through his mind, "Is making someone a…a Thrall, the only option?"
"Well, no. I could simply have a snack if I wanted. It's just, usually people aren't too keen to have their blood taken. Inthralling helped with the…struggling."
Pyro saw Scott glance over when they didn't immediately respond, likely taking note of their reaction to his confession, as if they weren’t fully aware of his past crimes, studying Oakhurst and all.
It was odd, he would admit, looking at the man who killed so many innocent people. It felt even stranger watching said man talk about it while lazily laying across the couch of a tiny apartment in an oversized burgundy hoodie, one of the strings idly held in his mouth, as if he was telling an embarrassing story and not admitting to having committed various crimes against humanity. "Guess it's a good thing you're taking a different approach this time then, right?"
"Yeah, a six century time-out really gives a guy time to think." Scott joked, giving Pyro one of those smiles that made their heart race. His fangs weren't fully extended, but Pyro could see they were starting to poke out, a reminder of Scott's hunger and of Pyro's ridiculous idea. He can't believe he was about to ask this...
"So, if the only thing keeping you from having human blood is permission…what if I let you drink from me?"
Scott froze, staring at Pyro with an unreadable expression, "What?"
Stupid stupid stupid. "You don't have to! I just- I just meant I'd be fine with it! I'm sorry, that was a dumb idea, forget I said anything!"
"Did you- Are you- Are you asking me to bite you?"
"I said forget about it!" Pyro buried his face in his hands, praying to whatever might be listening that Scott couldn't see the embarrassed flush on his face. Pyro peeked through his fingers after what felt like forever, chancing a glance at the still silent vampire. To their chagrin, Scott was still looking at them, though he was now sitting up fully, slight apprehension in his eyes. Another minute passes before Scott speaks.
"Pyro…" He began tentatively, "are you- you just- you know you just offered yourself as food, right? It's not- Getting bitten by a vampire is no painless experience, and if I lost control…I could kill you."
"…I'm aware…"
"Why would you even offer that? Why would you take that risk?"
Pyro takes a deep breath, looking into those clear blue eyes, "Because I trust you, Scott. I know you'd be careful. That I'll be safe."
"And- And you're sure about this?"
He gave Scott a soft smile, "Positive."
"…Okay."
Pyro blinks at him, baffled his plan actually worked. "Wait, really? You're- You're actually willing to do it?"
"I mean…I am hungry and if you're really sure you're okay with it-"
"I am, I want to help you."
Scott's nervous expression softens, "Pyro...You've already done a lot for me, you don't need to-"
"I want to help you because we're friends, Scott. Now shut up and bite me before this gets too sappy."
Scott laughs at that, "Yes, sir~" He joked, giving Pyro a playful wink before moving to kneel on the couch next to them. He places a hand on the armrest next to them, the other on their shoulder, caging Pyro between his arms as he leans over them. "I'm going to try to keep this as painless as possible, but it will be easier if you stay relaxed."
Relaxed, right. Pyro isn't sure how he's supposed to manage that when he can't even keep himself from blushing like an idiot with how close Scott is to him, especially when the vampire moves him for easier access. Scott made Pyro shift into a semi-reclined pose against the armrest, angled so he could lean over them, all but pinning them beneath him. Pyro tried not to think about how absolutely scandalous the position they were in must look. They way Scott's arms bracketed them in, one of his knees settled on the cushion between their legs, his mouth ghosting against their neck. If his parents saw the state he was in right now, he would be disowned twice over. He thought his heart might beat out of his chest-
"Pyro. Relax." Scott spoke leaning away from his neck, "I can hear your heart racing. If you're having second thoughts, it's fine, we don't-"
"No! No, I'm sorry. I'm good, I promise. I want to do this." He took a deep breath, forcing the tension from his body. This was fine, everything was fine. Scott shifts his attention back to their neck, Pyro barely having a moment to prepare themself before they felt a quick sharp pain, gasping in shock as fangs pierce their skin, their hands grabbing at the back of his hoodie. Scott rubs soothing circles onto their shoulder with his thumb, grounding them as he drank. Pyro closed his eyes, trying to ignore the fact he could feel the blood leaving his body. The sensation wasn't unpleasant, but it definitely felt weird.
After a few minutes, Pyro feels himself start to drift, his head feeling fuzzy. He reopens his eyes, vision starting to swim, "Shit- Sc-Scott…" Their words slurring a small bit as they try to get the other man's attention. For a moment they think he didn't hear them, but then Scott pulls away. The feeling of the fangs leaving his body is the worst part he decides, his mind being quickly distracted from the uncomfortable feeling by Scott licking the wound. If he wasn't already low on blood, he's sure it would be rushing to some concerning places.
Scott's face appeared in front of them, Pyro wasn't sure if it was the blood loss or if they were finally going insane, but his usually ice blue eyes looked almost like a dull purple. The vampire smiled at Pyro, thankfully that hadn't seemed to change, before getting off the couch. Too weak to move, Pyro simply listened as Scott's footsteps went down the hall, he heard the sound of a cabinet opening before returning. They watched as Scott came back into view, holding a first aid kit.
"Now, usually a feeding bite will heal quickly," Scott started to explain as he dug through the kit, "by tomorrow it will be like it was never there, but until then I am gonna put some of this…fancy..healer..cloth on it…sorry I forgot what Shelby called it."
Pyro couldn't help letting out a sleepy laugh at his confused expression. Sometimes it was easy to forget how much Scott just didn't know. "Gauze." He said tiredly, "That's gauze, and it's a medical tool, something a doctor uses…"
Scott nods in acknowledgement as he moves to place the gauze pad on their neck, securing it in place with the medical tape. "Thankfully, while I struggle to remember all the names Shelby says, I do remember how she showed me to use them." He placed the supplies back in the first aid kit, setting it to the side. "That should at least keep any extra blood off the couch, hopefully by the time you head out it's healed enough you can take it off."
"Good to kn-" Pyro moved to sit up properly, instantly regretting it as his vision swam, "oh, whoa okay, laying back down now."
Scott was back up immediately, "Careful! Hold on, let me see if we have anything to help…" He hurried into the kitchen, coming back a little bit later with a cup of juice. "Here. Let's sit up slowly, and then Shelby had some apple juice in the fridge. It should help."
Once Pyro was comfortably sitting up, and Scott felt confident they weren't about to drop it, he handed them the cup and turned on the TV. He finished the juice, setting the cup on the coffee table, before looking over at Scott again. They looked at the vampire, noting how his skin looked a little less pale, some color on his cheeks, he looked more alive than they had ever seen him. If you didn't know what to look for, one would almost absolutely mistake him for a normal human. Almost, if it wasn't for… "Your eyes are purple."
Scott gave him an interested look, "They are?" He hummed in consideration when Pyro nodded in response, "Must be from the fresh blood. I'll have to be more careful about how much I eat, if I have too much they'll go full red, and that's a pain to get rid of. My cover would be ruined."
"They turn red?" Pyro murmured as he laid his head on the armrest, sleep pulling at him.
"When I get stronger, yeah."
"Hmm…interesting…" He thinks he hears Scott chuckle as his eyes fall closed, a blanket being pulled over him as the exhaustion wins and he falls asleep.
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Pyro smiled down at his phone as he sat on the bus back to campus. Shelby was still texting him to make sure he was feeling okay. It had definitely been an experience, waking up to the girl scolding Scott, the once powerful vampire failing miserably to defend himself against her ire. It took Pyro telling her three times that it was their idea to get her to calm down, and another hour of fretting before she let him leave. They nearly made him spend the night again, wanting to make sure he wasn't wandering the streets in a daze. Thankfully, Scott was able to convince her otherwise, so now here he was, on his way back to campus as Shelby texted him, asking for the fourth time if he was truly the one to ask to be bitten.
He sent them a reassuring text back before putting his phone in his pocket and staring out the bus window. Their hand subconsciously rubbed at their neck, feeling for the spot Scott had bitten. The man had been right, the bite marks were almost entirely gone already, only some faint bruising left behind, unnoticeable in the dark.
It almost made him sad, in a strange way. A part of him wanted the marks to stay, a reminder of the day's events. But that part was a little too similar to another one, the one that made his heart pound and face flush at pale blue eyes and a smile that was just slightly too sharp. They had been doing a piss-poor job at pushing that part down. His hand dropped back into his lap at the bus entered campus, his mind running over everything that had happened recently, another one of his dumb ideas being to form.
Scott had mentioned when they were explaining things to Shelby that the amount he took from Pyro was only enough to satisfy him for a couple days…they could easily make up an excuse to hang out again. Their mind flashed back to the couch, how close Scott had been to them, how gentle he was even though Pyro was pinned beneath him, completely at his mercy. He desperately wanted to experience that again…fuck. They swallowed hard, willing the thoughts away, thanking whatever was listening that it was getting colder out so they could blame the dropping temperature for how red their face must surely be. It didn't take long before his mind was again filled with thoughts of cyan hair and white fangs…
Oh. He was so fucked.