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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Three: Return of the Kink

Day 9: Bloodletting (Vampire)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairing: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: Medic is a vampire and vampire related things happen

Tags: Blood, biting, oral, vampire au (literally the only difference is the at medic is a vampire)

Word Count: 4.2k

The Masterlist

You and Medic had always been close. From the first day you joined the mercenary group, the two of you had immediately clicked. You made a good team on the battlefield, and you were one of the few mercenaries that willingly entered the infirmary while Medic was wrapped up in his newest experiments. You just liked hearing him talk.

Over the months the two of you had grown from friends to something that neither of you ever cared to put a label on. Whatever it was, it was obvious enough for your teammates to take notice, as you became the target of teasing remarks whenever you would sneak away to the infirmary, and everyone seemed to know better than to intrude when you and Medic were in there alone.

This was one such instance, as you slipped away from a poker game one night after losing an embarrassing amount of money to Scout of all people. The typical jokes were thrown your way, but you let them slide off your back. They didn’t mean any harm. Honestly, some of them even seemed happy that you had found someone in the midst of this purposeless war.

When you finally made it to the infirmary you pushed the doors open to be greeted with a situation that should have shocked you. Medic looked up at you, eyes wide, clutching a half full blood bag with an unmistakable red liquid staining his lips and teeth. Those teeth- you had always assumed Medic was just one of those people with unusually sharp canines, but apparently there was more to it than that.

At one point in your life, this sight would have sent you running like a bat out of hell, but now, after all you had been through and witnessed- death rendered meaningless by respawn, experiments that defied modern science, literal open heart surgery being performed while the patient was still conscious- all you could think was, ‘Yeah, this might as well happen. Of course the team medic would turn out to be a fucking vampire.’

Honestly this probably wasn’t even one of the strangest things you had walked in on Medic doing, but it definitely was one of the hottest. Then again, this was the first time you had seen Medic look so horrified at you walking in on him, so maybe leading with the fact that you found this endlessly sexy wasn’t the best idea. You gave him a second to gather himself, which amounted to tossing the still leaking blood bag to the side and desperately trying to explain.

“Liebchen! Don’t scream, bitte, I can explain-”

“So this is what all those blood tests were for?” You cut him off before he could spiral into a panic.

“What?”

“The blood tests,” you repeated. “You were always insisting that we needed to have our blood drawn after almost every post-battle physical. We never received any results though, and now I know why.” You motioned towards the blood bag. You had never questioned why those mystery ‘tests’ required an entire pint of blood to be drawn. Most of the mercenaries knew better than to question Medic’s methods, after all, he was their doctor- well, ex-doctor- so he probably knew best. It really was the perfect cover for him to create his own personal food source.

Medic nodded slowly, looking like he was trying to keep up with the conversation. “Ja, that is correct, but- I’m sorry, liebe, are these really the first questions you are asking?”

“Yeah, I guess.” You shrugged your shoulders.

He narrowed his eyes, looking you over as if you were one of his beloved experiments, ready to be studied and analyzed. “You are not scared?”

“Nope.”

Medic approached you cautiously, perhaps worried that any sudden movements might cause your odd sense of bravery to shatter, sending you sprinting away like a startled animal. However, you didn’t falter once. It was strange, because despite your outward body language, Medic knew you were scared. You had to be. He could sense it.

“I feel like you’re lying to me, liebchen,” he said. “I can hear how fast your heart is beating.”

Ah, so hyper-aware senses were in fact a part of this particular brand of vampirism you had stumbled upon. How fun! You were just glad he didn’t sparkle in the sun. But then again, that was a ridiculous possibility for you to even consider. It wasn’t like some author would one day write an entire book series that would launch the very specific concept of glittering vampires into mainstream media. Because that would be weird.

“An elevated heart rate doesn’t necessarily mean I’m scared,” you said, taking a step closer to Medic, gradually closing the distance between the two of you.

“Your blood is rushing so fast,” he muttered to himself. He met your gaze, your half-lidded eyes piercing the soul he no longer possessed. His expression flickered from concern to realization, with a quick flash of something else managing to peek through before he smothered it with a mask of neutrality. Desire. You saw it, and it thrilled you.

“What else can you sense?” Your hand wrapped around his tie, pulling him forward. He stumbled forward, falling against you. You chuckled when you realized he had inadvertently pressed his face against your neck. Medic shuddered, and before he realized what he was doing, he was inhaling, breathing deep, drinking in your scent. It was so strong, tinged with adrenaline and…

“Arousal…”

The word came out as a whisper. If it weren’t for the fact that he was nuzzling into your neck, you probably wouldn’t have even heard it. You smirked. “Come on, Medic, don’t act so surprised. I mean, who hasn’t fantasized about fucking a vampire at least once?”

The tension seemed to melt away from Medic’s body, only for him to immediately start laughing. You watched, dumbfounded as he threw his head back, nearly wheezing between bouts of laughter. This wasn’t the reaction you expected, nor wanted.

“Don’t laugh at me!” you said, glaring at him indignantly.

“Nein, nein, I’m not laughing at you. It’s just, this isn’t how I expected to be spending my evening.” Medic chuckled, still trying to catch his breath. Eventually he let out a sigh before speaking again, his voice dipping low in that way that sent shivers up your spine. “Not that I have an issue with it. I’ll take any opportunity to ravish you, liebling.”

Medic really had a way of sweeping you off your feet. In this case, it was literal. You gasped when he dipped you, your legs swinging out from under you as you were lifted into his arms.

“Aw, did I startle you, little häschen?” He met your surprised expression with a teasing smirk. “Isn’t this what you wanted? To be swept away by a creature of the night?”

Medic carried you to his room, laying you back on the bed as he had so many times before, only this time, he wouldn’t need to hold back. He didn’t waste any time. Before you could even settle into the bed he was on top of you, pressing feverish kisses to your lips. You raised your hips to grind your hips on his and he stifled a groan against your mouth. He trailed lower, kissing over your jaw and down to your neck.

Medic had always been fond of kissing and sucking at your neck. Of course, it only made sense now. You had always assumed he liked it because of how sensitive you were there. Even the gentlest of kisses there could have you squirming and whimpering. Now, you wondered how often he had teased himself with the possibility of taking a bite, how close he had gotten during those few times he let his teeth graze over the skin. Could he tell how wet you already were from the scent of your blood rushing just beneath his lips?

“You’re so sweet,” Medic muttered, clearly reluctant to pull away from your neck. “You always smell so delicious. You have no idea how tempting you are, liebchen.”

Your fingers tangled in Medic’s hair, making a mess of the usually well kept locks. You pulled him back, and you could have sworn you heard him whine when he was forced away from the crook of your neck, that is before you smothered the noise with another kiss. You let your lips part, tasting him, running your tongue cautiously along those sharp fangs. When you finally broke away, both of you were panting.

“I think I have another way to quench my thirst for you, liebling,” Medic said, his voice soft and breathy. “It may not be blood, but I’m sure it will be just as delectable.”

You watched with intrigue as Medic began to work his way down your body, edging towards the foot of the bed, slipping his fingers under the waistband of your pants and pulling them down along with your underwear. You yelped at the sudden exposure of your wet cunt to the cool air. Medic’s room was always so cold, probably due to its proximity to the even more frigid infirmary. It didn’t seem to bother him, as he stripped off his coat and undershirt, naked from the waist up- basically the opposite of the state of undress that you were in. You wanted to run your hands over his chest to feel the defined muscle, developed from years of lugging the Medigun and all its associated equipment into battle. However, Medic had descended between your legs before you could even ask him to lean down within your reach.

You could feel how fast he was breathing, the quick exhales against your cunt making you shudder and tense up, trying to resist the urge to grind against his mouth already. Medic took his time to savor the scent of your arousal. It was so much stronger here, almost enough to drive him mad. He wanted more, needed more, and he knew just how to get it.

“Sehr schön," he whispered. There was a slight tremble in his voice, but he spoke so softly that you barely heard it, or if you did, you simply didn’t point it out. Not like you could have said anything anyway, because in the next moment, Medic slipped his tongue into you. You gasped, immediately entwining your fingers in his hair again. He took to that with ease, letting you use his hair to steer him freely. So long as he got to keep inhaling this intoxicating aroma, you could use him however you wanted.

“Fuck!” You cursed through clenched teeth, feeling his nose bump against your clit while his tongue thrust into you. With every exhale he moaned. You gasped when he hoisted your legs up onto his shoulders, just to feel the way your legs trembled and squeezed around his skull. “Medic- wait, wait! You’re going to make me come!”

Medic pulled back, broken out of his stupor long enough to look at you with some confusion. “Is that not what you want?”

“Well, yeah, but not so soon.” You shot him a sultry gaze, which you desperately hoped came off as enticing and not silly. “I want you to fuck me. Don’t you want to feel me come on your cock?”

That definitely got a rise out of him. He shuddered, just barely managing to stop himself from biting his lip in anticipation. He licked the remnants of your taste from his lips, savoring every drop before he took your legs off of his shoulders, holding them apart. The fingers that gripped your thighs were rougher, his hold more aggressive. He was sure to bruise the supple flesh.

Your skin was red. Medic knew that your face had been sporting a fetching blush since you first saw him, but now it seemed to have deepened, spreading down your chest, to the tips of your ears, and even further, veins widening, letting blood tint the skin scarlett. Medic wasn’t sure when he began grinding uselessly against the mattress, feeling himself hardening at the thought of that sweet ichor rushing just beneath his fingertips. He wasn’t sure he would be able to resist a taste.

“Liebchen, would you be alright with me biting you?”

The question was hesitant, almost shy. Your response, however, was not. “Yes!” you nearly shouted. “Fuck yes!”

“Perfect. There is a wonderful artery right along your thigh.” Medic traced his fingers over your leg as he spoke, making you shiver. “And it only seems fair that I partake of it, since you interrupted my meal earlier.”

That was all the warning you received before you felt him sink his fangs into your thigh. You cursed softly, feeling him draw your blood outward. It was an odd mix of pain and pleasure, as the masochistic part of you was truly getting a kick out of the sensation of sharp teeth being embedded in your flesh. Even now, Medic continued to tease you, using a free hand to circle your clit, making sure not to bring you too close to the edge.

You shuddered and chuckled softly when you felt Medic’s stubble rub against your inner thigh. “That tickles,” you said. The edges of his mouth curled up slightly as he drank from you.

Perhaps this would become a regular occurrence now that you knew the truth. How many orgasms would he draw from you in exchange for a taste of your blood? How many bite marks would come to decorate your thighs? He could always heal them with the Medigun, but you weren’t sure you wanted that. You enjoyed the idea of his marks being hidden beneath your clothing, a reminder that you were his.

You jumped when you felt Medic’s fingers begin to stroke your clit faster, rubbing back and forth over the sensitive bud. He moaned against you as more blood rushed over his tongue, being coaxed southward by his ministrations. It wasn’t long before he had to force himself to withdraw, afraid that he would simply suck you dry if he didn’t get ahold of himself. Blood trickled from the two puncture wounds, and Medic struggled not to lick the remaining drops from your skin.

He might have stayed there, staring at the crimson fluids trickling over your soft flesh until it dried and turned umber, but a sudden tug on his hair forced him back up your body. You pulled him down, pressing your lips to his and being met with a soft sound of surprise before he relaxed, melting into the kiss. You were surprisingly unbothered by the lingering, coppery taste of your own blood. When the two of you parted you were breathing hard, a giddy smile on your face as you spoke.

“Fuck me.”

You looked up at him, eyes wide and pleading. Medic’s cock twitched, straining against the confines of his pants. His whole body ached for you, and with his thirst quenched, the only thing left was arousal. He undressed hastily, dropping his pants freeing his cock with a moan. Your gaze raked over his body hungrily. His dick curved upwards, looking flushed and painfully hard. It made you feel good to know that you weren’t the only desperate one here.

You bit your lip to silence yourself as Medic let his cock glide against your slit. He was far less restrained, immediately letting a shaky moan fall from his lips as he felt how wet you were for him. An even louder noise followed when he finally sank into you to the hilt. Your own moans joined the fray as you felt him stroking you deep in your core.

“Bitte, wrap your legs around me,” Medic groaned. You let your legs dangle lazily around his waist as he began to thrust into you. His pace was slow, agonizingly slow, in fact. You whined, bucking uselessly against him. He was teasing you, there was no doubt about it. You didn’t need him to be gentle right now. You were more than wet enough, and you wanted him to fuck you hard.

“Come on,” you muttered, tightening your legs around his waist, as if to pull him deeper into you. “I know you can go harder than that!” Medic actually looked surprised, but you continued before he could say a word. “I already let you bite into my thigh. Do you really think I can’t handle rougher treatment? Don’t tell me you’re scared that I’ll break.”

You were outright provoking him now. It was bold, and even a little impressive. Still, it was clear to Medic that he would need to deal with your new attitude. You were quite literally asking to be put in your place, and who was he to deny you?

“Alright, taube,” Medic chuckled, his voice low and dangerous. “You want it rough? Fine, but I don’t want to hear another complaint out of that pretty mouth.”

He took your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand. You struggled playfully and he squeezed his fist tighter. Medic watched your eyes flutter closed, a look of rapturous bliss on your face. So, this was your true fantasy- to be taken and thoroughly ravished by a blood sucking creature. You loved feeling weak beneath him, positively helpless, even going as far as to arch your head back, exposing your neck. Medic nearly salivated at the sight, but he had to hold himself back, at least from that.

“Liebchen, I won’t bite your neck.” You opened your eyes, and the disappointment was obvious. “I’m sorry. Your emotions are running too high.” ‘Mine are too,’ but he didn’t say that part aloud, still trying to play the part of the stoic dom, despite everything. “Another time, I promise, when both of our minds are clearer. For now, I just want to make you feel good.”

Even though you were a bit disheartened, Medic’s sweet words placated you. He knew how to make you feel special, to lavish you with attention, praise, and pleasure until you were trembling with bliss. You shifted slightly, trying to get more comfortable to lay back and enjoy the ride when a certain change in angle left you seeing stars.

“Fuck!” you gasped suddenly, legs tightening around Medic’s waist. You froze, and Medic froze too.

“What? What is wrong, liebe?”

“Don’t stop!” Your cries were desperate. “Right there, keep fucking me, right there!”

Medic’s concern melted away into a devious grin. Without another word he resumed his pace, listening to your cries of ‘faster, harder, keep rocking your hips, just like that!’

“That feels good, doesn’t it, liebchen?” Medic asked, smirking wide enough to bare his fangs, still stained crimson from your own blood. “Gott, I know it does. I can smell the adrenaline coursing through you, and all those endorphins flowing into your bloodstream, bringing you closer and closer to euphoria.”

At some point, Medic had released your wrists. You weren’t sure how long you were simply holding your hands above your head of your own accord before you realized they were free. You draped your arms over Medic’s shoulders, loosely at first, but soon tightening enough to pull him down for a kiss between thrusts.

Eventually, you managed to pull Medic especially close, burying your face against his shoulder, your moans muffled against the warm skin. Medic’s first instinct was to pull away, to remove the buffer between him and those beautiful sounds you were making. Before he could, he jolted forward, gasping, his body reacting before his brain even registered the throbbing pain near his collar.

You had bitten him.

Honestly, you weren’t even sure that it was intentional. Everything from the dull ache that still radiated from your inner thigh to the ruthless pleasure overwhelmed you. You needed a release, and for a moment, you didn’t care whether it was a release of a sexual nature or simply a sudden, impulsive, animalistic act that ultimately took the form of the reddening bite mark that now adorned Medic’s skin.

As for Medic himself, he hadn’t even paused. Other than that slight jolt, he kept up a steady pace, but any trained eye could see that he was becoming sloppy. His thrusts were uneven, and it took him a moment to realize that he was about to come. He had been approaching his peak slowly, building up tension, only for that bite to be his tipping point.

Medic snarled, voice deep and bordering a growl as he came. Letting loose like this was so new for him- he could never let this more monstrous side show with previous partners. It would terrify them, but you looked anything but terrified. You looked ecstatic, enjoying the show, watching him come undone with unbridled ferocity- but you weren’t sated yet. Medic could sense it, and that just wouldn’t do. No matter how ‘monstrous’ he may be, he wasn’t about to leave his little dove unsatisfied.

He reached down, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing quick, firm circles over it while thrusting into you, his movements uneven. His strength was waning as the afterglow tried to creep in. Thankfully, you weren’t too far behind him. It seemed all you needed was those skillful fingers working you over to finally find release.

You arched against him, panting, moaning, and letting your orgasm overtake you. Medic fucked you as best as he could through your climax before finally collapsing beside you. He pulled you closer, holding you through the aftershocks until you finally went still, soft moans dying into even softer sighs.

“Did it live up to your fantasy, liebe?” Medic asked, running his fingers through your hair.

“Fuck, yes,” you said, barely above a whisper. “How about you?” Medic smirked, pulling you into a deep kiss that left you breathless when you parted. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

The two of you rested in comfortable silence for a while. You rested your head on Medic’s chest, staring at the ceiling and letting your mind wander. You noticed how warm he was. It was comforting, and a little ironic, given that most legends about vampires seemed to agree that they were cold as death. You supposed that you shouldn’t trust everything you read, although you were still curious.

“Does blood taste different depending on the person?” you asked.

“Ja, but it’s hard to describe.” He thought for a moment before going on. “It’s like different kinds of wine, each with flavors that make them distinct, but still recognizable as wine.”

“Interesting,” you said.

“It is quite fascinating. A person’s actions can affect their flavor as well. Scout’s blood is almost sickeningly sweet, no doubt due to that radioactive swill he insists on putting in his body.” Medic cringed, as if even recalling the taste was physically painful. “Demoman’s is obviously overpowered by alcohol, so much so that I couldn’t even tell you what his natural flavor is.

“Can you get drunk off of it?”

Medic laughed. “Nein, although I have tried.”

You nodded, figuring that if you were a vampire, you would probably try as well. Perhaps it was better that it didn’t work that way. After all, Demoman’s blood would be more likely to give Medic alcohol poisoning rather than simply getting him intoxicated.

“Now that you know the truth, I can admit that yours was always my favorite.” It took you a moment to realize what Medic meant.

“What do I taste like?”

“Coffee. Not like any cheap, drugstore instant brew, but something rich, dark, and deep with notes of sugar and cream.” Medic sighed, as if reminiscing, and nodded towards the infirmary, where several blood bags most likely remained in storage. “I’ve tasted it many times, of course, but drinking it straight from you doesn’t compare, and blended so nicely with your adrenaline and arousal… mein gott!” His lips brushed your shoulder and along your collarbone, making you shiver. “You are a truly magnificent specimen, liebchen.”

“Oh, you charmer,” you teased. However, that brought up another question. “Wait, can you charm people?”

“Glamour is the proper term, and yes, with some effort, I can.”

You paused for a long while before responding. “Would you ever…”

“Nein,” Medic said curtly, knowing exactly what you were about to ask even as your voice trailed off. “I wouldn’t ever use that power on you.” He pulled away from kissing your neck, tilting your head so that you could look him in the eye, and know he was speaking the truth. “It would be wrong to do such a thing, but also, it wouldn’t be real. I don’t need any cheap mental compulsion to know I have your love, taube.”

“Well, obviously!” you said, rolling your eyes and trying to ignore the heat in your cheeks. That blush returned with a vengeance. “I must love you a lot to let you fuck me like that!”

Medic scoffed at the sudden vulgarity, but it couldn’t kill his smile. You always changed the subject when you were flustered. It was cute. He kissed your cheek softly, feeling the warmth against his lips. “Let’s get some sleep, liebling. We don’t have work tomorrow, and I plan on sleeping in until noon.”

He wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you against him. His hold was tight enough that you probably wouldn’t be leaving this bed until noon either. Not that you really minded. Plus, if you played your cards right, you might even be able to convince Medic to treat himself to a little breakfast in bed, courtesy of you, of course.

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yalocalfanficaddict · 6 months

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Hello, if you’re into MatchaBlossom would you be down to writing something Halloween related with them? 😊

I think Vampire!Kaoru/Werewolf!Kojiro would be super fun, but I also love Witch!Kaoru so it’s genuinely up to you dear author!

Thanks in advance and have a nice day 😘

I am so so so so so so soooo sorry for how late this was!, Annon! I've been fairly busy and so I never truly had a chance to write this properly and I hope I did this justice because it'e been a while since I've watched the anime!! Please do give me any feedback and I'll post this on my AO3 account if you wish to bookmark it there to read it again! It'll be titled 'Love Bites.'

Warnings: Blood and mild language

Word Count: 2069

With a pleased hum, Kojiro came from the kitchen to personally deliver the meals he had tossed together. “Alright, here's the Caesar salad, the house soup, and spaghetti with extra meatballs.” He purposefully gave Kaoru the spaghetti, almost as if to test him and his already thinned patience.

“You know how much I detest garlic, Kojiro,” Kaoru spoke and pushed the plate back to the chef, his words clipped with detachment.

A tight grin flashed over Kojiro’s face as he shrugged, stealing the plate of spaghetti and meatballs. “Oh well, maybe you shouldn’t come to an Italian restaurant, then.”

“Maybe you should try and shave your unruly body hair to not scare any of the ladies with them mistaking you for some sort of animal.”

“Maybe you should get some more sun, you’re looking awfully pale today.”

“Maybe you–”

“Uh, guys? I was the one that ordered the spaghetti…” Miya chimed in, causing the pair to snap from their passive-aggressive bickering. Kojiro slid the plate to the boy before tucking the large tray under his arm.

A softer voice joined in. “Can I still order poutine? I forgot if it’s also served in Italy.”

Reki rolled his eyes with a groan. “Is that all you Canadians eat? I do not get how you stand that stuff when the cheese melts, and it gets all slimy,” he gags to add effect.

Miya cackled before wolfing down on some of his pasta. “Y’know…that’s rich coming from you, slime-boy,” Miya spoke between mouthfuls.

Kaoru smacked the back of the cat-boy’s head, earning a wince. “It’s rude to speak with your mouth full, Miya.” As he struggled to hold his composed persona, Kaoru felt his stomach churn. The stench of garlic mingled with the sharp odor of silver from the woman a few booths down, not to mention the lack of blood he had made his head spin. Kojiro felt cruel enough that when Kaoru lost their personal beef, he was forced to go a month without it. Thankfully, in a few more days, it’ll all be over.

Kojiro must’ve noticed the faint sway Kaoru had as his brows pinched together. “Don’t you want something to eat, Pinky?”

He shook his head while simultaneously stuffing the bile that rose up in his throat back down deep into his stomach. He sipped of cool water to refresh himself, and condensation wets his hand and lips. “I’m fine. I had something else before heading out.”

Kojiro grunted, unconvinced. “Just don’t pass out or anything. I don’t think your stupid robot could carry your unconscious fat-ass.”

With Kaoru on the outside of the booth and the closest to Kojiro, he not-so-subtly kicked him in the shin. Smirking, Kaoru savored how he yelped from the shock and hissed from the pain. “Maybe bumbling flea-bag also shouldn’t underestimate my capable Carla.”

“Hey!” He whined and placed a fist on his hip.

“Father, Dad, please don’t have another one of your lover’s quarrels in front of me and my food,” Miya requested, mouth rimmed red with sauce. “Please just kiss and make up—for everyone's sake and their sanity.” As the grown men sputtered in protest and denial, Reki cackled and clung to Langa for support, who blinked in confusion.

“What’s so funny?” Langa asked. Even if it wasn’t specified, everyone knew the question was for Reki to answer. “Did Miya get adopted? Why did I not know about this until now?”

Reki patted his fellow skater reassuringly. “No, no, Langa. It’s only a stupid joke.”

“Oh, okay.”

Kaoru felt terribly sick as he felt heat licked the back of his neck. The last time he checked, he didn’t see Kojiro that way…they always squabbled and taunted each other since Adam came along! But that was also the most recent time he had considered any...potential for them. No, don’t be ridiculous, he thought. That’s just the little brat talking.

All that overthinking didn’t help Kaoru’s unease, and this time Kojiro wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Okay, enough’s enough, precious. You need to eat something, and you’re not leaving my kitchen until you get something.”

A large hand wrapped around Kaoru’s arms and tugged him out of the booth, ignoring his protest. Some of the complaints involved insults such as ‘Put me down, you mangy-mutt!’, ‘I said I didn’t want anything, you Loony!’, and so on.

The rare chef glanced at the pair—one more than the other—but would otherwise not give them any attention. Kojiro tossed Kaoru into the freezer and locked it, shutting them inside. The sensor lights flickered on, casting a milky-blue hue along Kaoru’s cool porcelain and Kojiro’s warm bronze complexion. Puffs of vapor left their mouths, but only one started shivering.

“What the hell are you doing?” Kaoru snapped as Kojiro pulled and tugged on his collar.

“Well, how else will you bite my neck to get some blood?”

Kaoru folded his arms over his chest and huffed, pivoting away from him. “That’s not how it works, you’d be dead you mangy cur!”

He could hear the rustle of clothing and footsteps before being spun to face Kajiro. His chin is pinned between a thumb and an index. Kojiro faked a pout and planted his free hand on Kaoru’s hip. “Oh, come on, now. I’m trying to help you out, fang-face. Besides, I don’t want to have to take care of you if you go feral during the Halloween S race…there would be so much blood if someone crashed.”

With a grumble, Kaoru shoved Kojiro off and pushed him to the crate, where he sat on one of the chef’s thighs. “So is this your way of calling off my beef punishment?” He asked as he rolled the cuff of his sleeve. He shouldn’t be this desperate for some blood, let alone Kojiro’s, but he could practically smell each pulse under his skin. It made his nerves jittery, and his blood-lust hit harder than he thought. Kaoru’s mouth watered while his fangs grew more defined and sharpened with each anticipating second.

“Woah, hold on there,” Kojiro chuckled. “Isn’t there like an important artery there? I thought you didn’t want to kill me.”

Kaoru sighed but continued to yank his sleeve up his arm. “Ever heard of veins?”

Before any more time could be wasted, he brought the bare forearm to his lips and searched for the safest vein to satisfy him. He sank his fangs into flesh, and satisfaction came in an instant. Would it be wrong to say that the soft grunt and shift of discomfort underneath Kaoru didn’t help him with his slipping control?

“K-Kaoru, are you done yet?” Kojiro asked.

Not realizing how much blood he drank for how long, Kaoru took his last sip before pulling away, panting. “Thank you,” he mumbled, wiping his chin.

“If you need more, you can take it, but I need a moment. Here." Kaoru reared back as Kojiro began to unbutton his shirt. “You’ll need better access...right? Well, I won’t exactly be able to go skating on Halloween, so do what you need to do.”

Kaoru couldn’t tell if his face grew hot from his new blood intake or from seeing his shivering chest exposed. When his icy hands began to wander along Kojiro’s bare torso, he glanced into rusty-red eyes with great questioning. “Why are you doing this? I mean, I tormented you so much for the past week.”

“Pity isn’t the right word, but it’s something to that effect. I understand the struggle of being…different, so I want to help, I guess.”

After silence settled in the frigid air, Kaoru began to drink his fill, careful not to latch onto the more lethal options along Kojiro’s body. Kojiro’s face pinched and twisted in unease when Kaoru sucked his more sensitive areas, so he would lick the marks to soothe him. They’ve done this before on rare occasions, but the comments from the restaurant booth plagued his mind.”‘Kiss and make-up?” Absurd. Well, they can and have made up now and then—especially after living two hundred years together—but kiss? No, vampires and werewolves don’t mix well in romance. He and Kojiro only became friends over their shared enemy, Adam. But Kaoru did enjoy the taste of Kojiro’s blood over others. Yet, it could be excused he’s a werewolf, making it something new and exciting instead of dull and bland.

“You done, flat-pulse?” Kojiro panted, snapping Kaoru back into reality. “You sorta stopped. Don’t tell me my blood doesn’t actually do anything, all because I’m a werewolf.”

Kaoru shifted his balance on Kojiro’s lap and looped his arms around his shoulders. “You are such an idiot. I’m what Adam calls a defective vampire. Otherwise, he’d be able to drink your blood, too.”

He pretended not to notice the calloused hands that traveled to his hips and waist.

“Oh, my bad.” Kojiro chuckled, fog fanning their faces. “I’m probably also a little defective then, too.”

“What the hell do you mean by that?” Kaoru questioned, eyes sharp and narrowed.

He pretended not to notice how the hands began to fist the navy-blue fabric of his kimono, just below his obi.

With a huff, Kojiro angled his head upward to keep as little eye contact as possible. “Dammit, how do I say this?”

“With your words.”

“No duh,” he snarked, finally looking back at Kaoru again. “What I wanted to say…is that I think I like, like you?”

Kaoru stumbled off of Kojiro’s lap and pressed himself against the bare wall nearby. It's mostly out of shock and surprise, but he also needed something to keep himself standing. “What the hell?! Why say that now of all times?” Kaoru shrieked.

Before he could utter another word, Kojiro had crossed the room and clamped the hand over his mouth. “Keep it down, please?” Kojiro wet his lips and removed his hand when Kaoru gave him a weak nod. “Listen, forget I even said anything. I know it’s stupid, but I don’t know how it happened, and I needed to get it off my chest.”

“What the hell, Kojiro? You don’t just dump that out of nowhere,” Karou spat. “And what about all the women you chase after? Don’t tell me that you randomly confess feelings after you pay for their dinner.”

Kojiro winced at his words, almost regretful. “About that,” he awkwardly grinned. “I only went after them to make you jealous.”

“How cruel,” he mused.

“Unlike someone I know, I don’t eat people I’m interested in!” Korjio complained, throwing his arms defensively across his chest.

Karou chuckled in a rather cruel tone. “That was one time.”

“Well, who knows if you’ll do it again—or if you’re telling the truth! I personally believe I’m sticking my neck out on the line by telling you how I feel.” Kojiro raised an eyebrow at Karou in a theatrical manner.

“Was that pun intended?” He finally steps toward Kojiro, and a sly grin reveals his razor-sharp fangs.

“Oh, fuck you.”

“Besides,” he continued, ignoring the crude remark. “It was a dare, and I was young and foolish back then, so I say it doesn’t count.”

“You? Young?” Kojiro scoffs, finally letting his arms fall limp at his sides. “So that was when? The dark ages?”

Karou threw his head back with a laugh. “Probably, I’ve lost count by now. Tell you what, you take me somewhere tonight, we can give it a go, and you’ll see for yourself if I still eat my lover-boy’s.”

Kojirou sputtered as he chased Karou out of the frigid room. “Hold on, now. Karou…you mean that?”

He gave a one-shouldered shrug as they walked back to the booth. “Why not? If it doesn’t work out, it’ll only be a speck of dust in my lifetime.”

As Karou was greeted by Miya and his eager waving hands, Kojiro grabbed him by the bicep and spun him around. Kojiro’s breath warmed the side of his neck as he whispered. “Would eight work fine?”

“Oh, how dramatic, you big brute,” Karou mused as he shoved him away. “Sure, that’ll suffice, but don’t be late and don’t be tacky.”

“Tacky?! Me?”

Miya cleared his throat. “Everything’s fine now, dads?”

“Just peachy, little dude,” Kojiro replied calmly before growing red. “Wait, we’re not your fathers! Oh my god, I—”

Everyone besides Langa and Kojiro erupted into fits of giggles and laughter. “I still don’t get how it’s funny,” Langa sulked.

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