Vampire!Dennis/Human!Robby/Human!Abbot[-.- still under review on that one]
Dennis can't remember the last time he had this much access to blood. His tongue lavs over the latex-free glove, o-negative blood staining his teeth until his glove is cleaned. Guilt swells in his chest as he tosses the glove and his scrubs into the trash, quickly changing as he's pulled back into the chaos of the MCI.
Every time he has to change, has a moment alone, Dennis is cleaning the blood from his body with his tongue. By the end of the day, he feels better than ever, more energized despite working for nearly 17 hours after he finishes charting.
Rushing up to the 8th floor with a smile on his face for once, Dennis doesn't notice the way Robby follows him. The older man is silent, even as he sees the condition his intern is in. Robby knows a starving vampire when he sees one, and with how pale Dennis is, he's sure that the incident he saw earlier in the first time the kid has had blood in a while. It's not a selflessness that Robby cornering Dennis before the kid can start changing.
The ungodly scream that echoes in the abandoned floor makes Robby wince, eyes darting to the stairwell door with only a little apprehension. Dennis reacts quickly though, already trying to hide any evidence that Robby has already seen.
"Doctor Robby! What are you- uhm, I can explain! It's not- what are you doing up here?"
Robby levels his intern with an unimpressed stare, both of them knowing that he's not leaving without actual answers. Surprisingly, Dennis folds quickly, looking more like a pup than a vampire.
"It's not, uhm, permanent, I swear. I'm just between jobs right now, and the sh-shelters have been f-full for the last few days, and-"
As he takes a breath, Robby steps forward, a hand coming down on Dennis' shoulder that has the kid freezing. Those eyes look at him again, warm brown like melted chocolate, tearing down every one of Dennis' meager defenses. Robby doesn't even have to speak, just a small nod as he pulls Dennis against him this time. Unlike earlier in the pediatrics room turned morgue, Robby clings to the younger man, doesn't push him away in the midst of their shared vulnerability.
"You're coming home with me. No arguments. I want you to shower, eat, and get a full night rest, understood?" Robby doesn't bring up the fact that he knows Dennis is a vampire, letting the kid keep his secret for now. He doesn't want to scare Dennis off, leading him back down the stairs and towards the parking garage.
The ride to Robby's brownstone is quiet, and more than once, Robby catches a glimpse of Dennis trying to lick and chew at the dried blood under his nails. Pale skin glimmers in the passing headlights of other cars, hands shaking just enough to be noticeable.
When he parks on the curb, Robby doesn't give Dennis the chance to run, already opening the door for him by the time the kid looks up from his gnawing.
"Come on. The sooner we get inside, the quicker I can make dinner. And we both need the rest."
Dennis shuffles along quietly. He can't remember the last time someone had actually offered to cook for him, had looked out for him like this. When he had first been turned, his family had tried to beat the devil's curse out of him. After months of no change, they finally kicked him to the curb, forbade him from returning home.
Too tired to protest, still too weak despite the increased amount of blood he's had, Dennis lets himself be guided inside by the hand on his neck.
"You brought home the stray? Without telling me?"
Dennis' head snaps up, pupils narrowing into slits as he immediately shies back from Jack. The older man is using his chair, wheeling over to where Robby is holding Dennis still. His prosthetic is missing, an old pair of sweatpants tied just below the knee, and there's an easy grin on his face that makes the crows feet at Jack's eyes more pronounced.
"He's hungry and homeless, couldn't just let him keep squatting on the 8th floor."
It isn't surprising to Dennis at how easily he's moved, his body sluggish and his subconscious wanting this. His crush on the two older men has been taking a backseat in his mind, too preoccupied with work and trying to stay fed. Jack is standing, balanced on his one leg and mostly leaning on the wall as he and Robby cage Dennis in between them.
"Seems only right to feed the poor boy. He barely got enough off of his gloves during his shift."
A strike of panic goes through Dennis as he turns wide eyes to Jack, but the man only smiles, like a cat that got the cream. The older man holds up a wrist to Dennis' mouth, eyes darkening with authority.
Dennis shakes his head, tilting it back only for Robby to stop him. The older man puts a hand behind Dennis' curls, holding his head still, then uses his other hand to pry the boy's mouth open. While Dennis wants to fight, his body and mind are working against him, too hungry and too attracted to his bosses.
Jack nicks his wrist on Dennis' little fangs, blood immediately dripping onto that pink tongue, and the effect is clear and quick. Dennis lunges, breaking free of the men's hold as he tackles Jack into the man's chair. His fangs dig into the small cut, opening it wider, drinking down the blood that spills out. It's delicious, dark and rich with the iron that Dennis has been missing for so long.
"Whoa! Hey, calm down! Kid, you can't-"
Robby only holds off his panic when Jack lets out a, frankly pathetic, moan. With one hand trapped in Dennis' grip, and the other frantically trying to lock his wheel, Jack doesn't even realise he's bucking his hips up into Dennis.
The vampire doesn't even slow, drinking and starting to grind down against Jack as well, putting on a proper show for Robby. This is the most fresh blood he's had in months, maybe years, and Dennis isn't going to stop until he's full, not even as something cool and smooth slips around his neck, buckling closed.
"That's a good boy, just keep drinking, get nice and full. You won't ever have to worry about this stuff again."