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Scott knew what he was getting into when he started dating a vampire.
He told Mumbo that it’s okay to drink from him whenever he needs it, but the vampire can be stubborn sometimes.
“Mumbo, I know you have not eaten anything.” Scott says.
“What?” Mumbo says, “I-I have though.”
“And what exactly is that you have eaten handsome?” Scott asks, leaning on the back of the couch.
Mumbo’s cheeks turn a bright red from where he is standing in their living room, “I-uh, a banana?”
“Come on, you know I don’t care. If you need something to eat, I’m ready.” the elf says, walking around the couch, and taking Mumbo’s hands on his own.
“I know, but I don’t like hurting you.” Mumbo says, looking away.
Scott brings a hand up, making Mumbo look in his direction, “and hurt yourself instead?” he asks, “Hurting yourself hurts me the same amount, if not more.”
The vampire wets his lips, “are you sure?”
“Very.” the elf says, pressing a quick kiss to the taller man’s lips.
When he pulls away, he tilts his head to the side, baring his neck for his boyfriend to bite.
Mumbo gently cradles his head in one hand, and holds his hands with the other, “you’ll tell me when you get light headed right?”
“If you don’t just bite me already, I’ll bite you.” Scott says, smiling with his sharp-ish canine teeth.
Mumbo silently sinks his fangs into Scott’s neck, releasing venom into Scott’s blood stream before he starts drinking.
Scott feels a wave of calm wash over him, as mumbo drinks from him.
After a little bit, Scott’s legs buckle out from under him.
He hears Mumbo gasp slightly. The vampire catches his lover, carefully lowering him so he is sitting on the couch.
“Strong and handsome.” Scott giggles, as Mumbo starts drinking again.
After a few minutes Scott speaks again, “gettin’ a little light headed.”
Mumbo pulls away, licking the excess blood off the puncture wounds in Scott’s neck, and closing them.
Mumbo licks his lips, letting Scott lean back on the couch.
“Cuddles.” Scott says, making grabby hands at Mumbo, “please?” he asks, still feeling a little loopy from the venom.
Mumbo lays down on the couch, pulling the shorter elf onto his chest.
“Thank you.” Scott whispers, pressing a kiss to Mumbo’s lips, before falling asleep in his arms.