"I…shouldn’t" (Vampire Ouma? yes? yes.)
Or send, “I…shouldn’t.” for this to be the opposite around; My muse is the vampire and your muse is the human offering.
“Saihara-chan… I’ll be fine! I’ll heal In no time, and besides, y-you don’t know what you’re doing...what you’re saying. You’re talking crazy, you know? I’m not really... I shouldn’t—”
Though he tried to fight his instincts, his eyes were drawn to the bare skin of the detective’s neck, locked on the pulse that pounded there. He could smell the blood that flowed just beneath the surface, and his fangs ached to sink in so that he could drink. As much as he wanted to deny it, he knew he needed this, but he was also terrified. He hadn’t drank directly from a human in years, and the last time he’d done so…it hadn’t gone well for the other person. They had survived, but barely, and if he’d taken just a little more blood at the time, the outcome would have been far worse.
He didn’t want to hurt Shuichi. If something happened to his classmate, the person with whom he could feel himself falling in love, he would never forgive himself. That was the whole reason he was injured now, in fact. Being a detective was clearly a dangerous profession, because he was pretty sure someone with a criminal record wanted Shuichi out of the way—hence the handful of bullet holes that now littered the back of Kokichi’s shirt. He’d done the only thing he could think of at the first sign of danger and thrown himself in front of the other male, but now he was badly injured, bleeding out far more than he’d drank in the past week.
It was becoming harder and harder to stay focused and keep himself conscious, and he knew he had to do something to stay awake. It hurt to be sure; more than enough to cause the grimace of pain contorting his expression. The worst part, though, was that he didn’t feel he could afford to pass out now and leave Shuichi alone. His body wasn’t healing itself enough to stop the bleeding—his own fault, really, since he ate human food at school and typically drank the bare minimum of blood from the stolen stores he kept at DICE’s base. The rational, almost human side of him was fighting a losing battle with the predatorial instincts of his vampiric nature, and he ultimately caved.
With both of them now kneeling beside each other, it thankfully took minimal effort for him to move in closer, stretching up just a little to better reach the detective’s neck. Cool hands reached up to grip Shuichi’s shoulders for support, and he dipped his head down near the crook of the other male’s neck, lips hovering just above the skin. “If this hurts, I’m sorry...and that’s not a lie.” His voice was soft and hushed, with a genuine apologetic sweetness—he really meant it.
The warning given, he opened his mouth and quickly sank his fangs into Shuichi’s neck, unable to stop the gasp of relief and pleasure that he made whenever fresh, warm blood began to flow into his mouth. For a moment, he lost himself to the carnal rush that overcame him, his eyes sliding shut as he started to drink. His strength quickly began to return, and his grip tightened, a dangerously low growl rumbling in the back of his throat. How had he not done this in so long? It felt so good—it felt right, a reminder that he wasn’t fighting his inhuman nature for a change.
The metallic clink of the first bullet hitting the ground brought him back to his senses, and he remembered where he was—hidden in an alley with Shuichi, hopefully out of sight from any potential attackers. He’d been shot protecting the detective, and now his classmate knew for certain that all those ‘lies’ he intentionally spouted at school about him being a vampire were actually true. No one had believed him—until now, he supposed.
Silently praying that he hadn’t accidentally gotten carried away, he opened his eyes and slowly removed his fangs from the detective’s neck, carefully swiping his tongue over the bite mark clean up the blood around it. Sitting up straighter, he pulled back to look at Shuichi and licked his lips with a teasing grin, but kept his grip firm just to be safe.
“Well, Saihara-chan, what did you think of your first time being bitten by a vampire?~”
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