Yeah idk, inspiration hit and I wrote and sketched these in under 24hrs lol
I'd love to read other people's interpretations of this cause I am not a confident writer at all and much prefer other's writing
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82144511
Poly!LostBoys (including Michael + Star)
Vampire bat's will French kiss with blood in their mouths to strengthen social bonds and to feed bats who haven't eaten enough recently.
Poly!pack, Michael isn't eating as a fledgling and Star raises the issue to David. The whole pack chimes in to help out.
Michael had been shut in recently
All by choice mind you. Hiding himself up in his little corner of the cave that had slowly become his across the past months.
Another 'stubborn attempt by their resident fledgling' David had referred to it as. Another attempt at clawing back to humanity as if it could be done so easily.
What was so wrong about wanting to hold onto his humanity?
What was so wrong about not wanting to kill?
Why was he the outlier in the group because he hadn't taken the life of another yet
His only sympathetic shoulder was that of Star, she, out of any of them, understood the depraved clawing and craving of hunger that ate away inch by inch at his stomach and half-dead body.
The roaring of the inner beast that now resided in the depths of his mind and carnal senses which was slowly driving him insane.
Another voice joining David, Paul, Dwayne and Marko's to just give in and drink. Hunt. Kill.
He'd been a half vampire for a couple months now, honestly it was a wonder he'd gone this long. Using any method he could from Star's personal experience of wading through the thick mud of starvation that may ease the impulse.
So far he'd been drinking blood from that of woodland and sea animals or particularly bloody pre-packaged meat every other week. Something the other boy's found so demeaning it had been the subject of non-stop jokes and teasing at the fledgling's expense.
But he persisted, choking down cold raw chunks of chops or steak and the drips of dead blood that moistened it. He didn't know how many times he gagged the first couple of times he did it.
It wasn't pleasant, not by a long shot.
But it quelled the beast with a thin barrier for a day at least, never getting rid of it, not by a long shot. Ot could and would easily poking through the barrier with claws evolved to claw and tear.
Star gave him sympathy, yes. However even she was becoming uneasy with Michael's practice, and when the week came he refused to even carry out that ritual, she had to do something.
Her voice was firm but quiet as she spoke, Michael had been hidden for the past 2 weeks, finding refuge in his little alcove. She'd tried multiple times to get him to even take the bloody carrion he had been cringingly swallowing.
She failed each time. He was stubborn, aggravatingly so.
But it was worrying. Very worrying.
So she had defaulted to the one person that, despite everything, despite his dick behaviour and selfishness, grumpiness and sarcasm, would help. He would listen. Because despite his efforts at being as stand-offish as possible, David looked after them, he supported and protected them. Just like they all supported and protected eachother.
David had been settled in his so-called 'throne'. Wheeling himself mindlessly back and forth a few inches every few seconds in an almost self-soothing motion that he likely wasn't even aware of doing.
The motion stilled when Star spoke, a physical sign he was listening.
But she knew that, he was always listening. No matter how small or stupid and issue seemed, no matter how many times he scoffed at it or smirked at any jokes made on it. He listened, and he was there. Sometimes silently solving the issue without a word.
"I'm aware. He hasn't eaten for months. I'm surprised he hasn't gone manic and tore through the boardwalk" his tone was cynical, just as frustrated as Star felt.
"I'm not talking about that David." A moment passed as the silence settled and the coven leader's head tilted slightly to look at Star. Brow pinching in sliver of concern he let show.
"He's not eating anything" she emphasised, hands tugging on her silk shawl out of habit. Blue eyes tracking her motions that would almost be unnerving if she didn't know that David did have a softer side. The side currently taking note of her worry and nervousness, and how she had approached him directly.
The side currently working out why Michael was doing this.
The side that was running through any idea he could on how to stop the fledgling from starving himself to death other than force-feeding him.
David shifted his gaze back to the fountain infront of him, yet his attention now shifted to the matter at hand. Gloved hand holding his head and leather-clad fingers brushly slightly against his chin and jaw in a contemplative manner.Â
Star wondered if he knew all of their little individual quirks, of course Marko chewed at his frayed gloves and thumb, a habit he never kicked from living.
Paul would play with his rings, always drumming long fingers to some unheard tune only he knew.
Dwayne would tighten his jaw when irritation hit, tensing at any unwanted touch.
Of course Star would fidget with her scarves or shawls when nervous or worried.
But she wondered if David ever realised the subtle brushing of his chin and jaw he did when his mind was at work.
Albeit it was something she would never bring up, it would break his unhuman, ethereal visage to realise he still had quirks leftover from a mortal life, just like the rest of them. That he wasn't as uncaring and inhuman as he posed.
Her brows furrowed a little at the sharpness of his words but she held her tongue. She could see the thoughts racing in his mind.
"Go fetch the boys, we're going out"
"Star." Standing up, their leader closed the distance with a couple quick steps, boots clicking across the stone cave floor.
And despite the harder sound of his voice his touch gingerly brushed her cheek with the back of his gloved hand, guiding her gaze to his. A look and a feeling across the bond to trust him and that he would get it under control.
With a slow breath, she nodded slowly "okay.."
Michael felt like he was dieing.... again.
This time was a lot less erotic though, no pleasure, no floating feeling of a content high or feeling of invincability. No, instead it was replaced with the feeling of his stomach eating itself, waves of pain, a throat parched and teeth itching and aching.
Yet he persisted, persisted in his stubbornness.
Doing anything he could to justify not eating.
It was to keep his humanity he said.
To still feel like myself he said.
Now it was pure stubbornness and spite.
Spite against the control he lacked over his life.
To just give himself a little bit of control.
His mouth was simultaneously salivating and dry, digging his teeth into a pillow that did nothing to satiate the agonising drag to bury his teeth as far as possible into something living.
Something built up on flesh and blood.
Something warm that would writhe in agony beneath him.
He jumped when a cool hand touched his shoulder, whipping his head around, blunter smaller fangs bared in the imitation of a snarl before falling short when he met his gaze with Star.
He huffed and let his body fall back onto the bed that had become a very rudimentary 'nest'.
Something he didn't even begin to want to think about currently.
"Stop trying Star. I'm not doing it I don't care how much you ask"
His words were a little sharper than he meant, but the hunger that stabbed him had him lashing out at whatever he could in return.
"That's why she's not asking, and neither are we"
Michael flinched and sat up at the sound of David's voice.
Star stood closest to the bed, a partially apologetic look on her face. Soft arms holding herself.
David stood partially in the room, arms folded, the rest of the pack loitering just outside the entrance.
Mischevious and partially nervous looks occupying their faces that made the brunette worry at what they had planned.
Scrambling to find some variation of a reason for the situation he put himself in, all mixing in with the confusing feeling of the knowledge that David was in his area and the pack were moving in, closer and closer.
Like predators closing in on prey.
Except, before he could open his mouth to speak again the fledgling was cut off by a sudden pair of lips pressing insinstantly against his.
A noise of surprise leaving him at the wild maned blonde that was Paul invading his space.
Before he could shove him off to even comprehend what was happening his mouth was being manourvered open by a firm grip on the hinge of his jaw.
Paul's movements lacked hesitation as he held Michael as close as he physically could, dexterous tongue snaking into his mouth and then-
Rich, metallic, filling, blood.
It was motioned into his own mouth through the vampire's kiss. Encouraged by the small noise that left Michael at the taste and the sudden soar of his inner beast at the chance of getting what it craved so badly.
Saliva mixing with any drips of crimson and leaking down their chins before Paul pulled away. Mouth cleaned of almost all of his meal that they had brought back to the cave for this specific reason.
Now gifted to Michael. An amused look on the blonde's face.
Before the newest member could even open his mouth again, he was taken by another.
Firmer and deeper this time but with intention, a curtain of dark brown hair caging him in.
Blood seeped into his mouth again through the kiss, Dwayne's tongue almost shoveling the mouthful of blood down Michael's throat to ensure he consumed it.
The intrusion almost had Michael gag in reflex.
Dwayne's taste intertwined with the blood, hints of leather and faint smoke and something akin to wilderness filtering through.
More so when he was spun away from Dwayne and snatched into the grasp of the smallest vampire of the pack.
Marko just as eager as Paul but with a hint more bite than the wild blonde.
The tips of proper fangs needling Michael's lip to get him to open up again, giving Marko passage as another mouthful of blood was shared. His hands clutching to grab the edge of Marko's jacket as some form of stability.
Breathe dragged out of his lungs as lips moved against one-another.
Marko looked like the cat who caught the canary when he pulled away, more than happy to continue if not for David.
The icey blonde taking his own mouthful from the freshly dead body dragged into the cave. Taking advantage of Michael's confusion and the glee of his inner beast that sang across the bond from a hunger being quelled, bit by bit.
A gloved hand guided the youngest's face towards his own as cool lips sealed against Michael's.
David kissed like Dwayne, but he seemed to hold a handful of reservation, intent on making sure Michael drank.
Even if it wasn't directly from the source, David would feed Michael as much as he needed. To provide for their most vulnerable pack member even if he insisted he didn't want it.
His scent held a heavier smell of smoke than Dwayne, curtaining over Michael. Courtesy of the constant cigarette either hanging from his lips or behind his ear.
They pulled apart slowly, Michael's chest heaving for oxygen he didn't entirely need.
Hair disheveled and face with a slight rise of red in his cheeks, saliva tainted with hints of red drooling down his chin.
Lips swollen and pink that had each member of the pack wanting to devour him if it weren't for their current mission.
Michael sagged back in his nest, the beast quieter than it had ever been,
even in a couple of mouthfuls was now greedingly gulped down by the predator he was becoming.
Star sat on the edge of his bed, gaze gentle as she watched him.
Softer than the other predatory gazes cast among them but, she could still admire the almost pathetic state Michael was in.
She leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss against him, an apology for bringing in David but also firm enough that she stood by her decision.
They lay in Michael's nest, piled up on top of eachother, a tangle of limbs and hair.
The corpse now long gone cold, laying in the doorway. Discarded.
It was only then, after the quiet moments stretched and the pack were happy enough he wasn't going to starve to death properly.
