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Heavy returned to his quarters with a loud, expressive yawn.
It had been a long and exhausting day of fighting, the waves of robots never ending. They were hollow husks, marching onward with no sense of danger or urgency. Just doing what they were programmed to do. The fighting was relentless, and hard to get used to. Everyone was so tired that no one even talked to each other upon returning to their temporary base.
Dinner had already been served but even though blood from Scout was on offer, Medic declined. “I appreciate the offer,” he’d said, smiling kindly, “but you don’t handle the donation well, and we need you on high alert. I will be fine for now.”
The mercs, to their credit, had set up a very efficient system of donating, but Medic sometimes refused depending on what had happened on the battlefield that day. Considering they were all exhausted and worn to the quick, it was easy to see why Medic was being considerate.
It didn’t mean that an idea hadn’t formed in Heavy’s mind regardless. After all, Medic had fought just as hard as the others. He likely worked up quite an appetite moving around so quickly while carrying such heavy equipment. And what could be more tantalizing than feeding from his neck?
They hadn’t really had the time to themselves to think about intimacy, even though he and Medic had kissed a few times. It was interesting how easily they’d fit together, like two puzzle pieces, slotting in against the other to create a whole. Heavy knew the implications of a vampire’s feeding. It would make them both feel closer to the other, electric. He wanted to experience that.
Medic, already freshly showered and changed, his gear stored away, looked up from reading a novel. Heavy recognized it as something from his shelf, and he snorted at the cover.
“Frankenstein?”
Medic chuckled. “It is a rather interesting book.” He subtly watched Heavy undress over the flimsy pages, delighting in the miles of warm, pinkish skin revealed to him. He wasn’t hungry enough to feel desperate; it had been three months since his last meal, which was about the equivalent of a human fasting for a week. The older a vampire became, the more tolerant they were of long stretches between meals, and Medic, due to his profession of choice, had built up quite the tolerance. After all, it wouldn’t do if he was drooling over his patients.
While he was certainly hungry enough, especially due to the rigorous fighting he’d been subjected to today, he wasn’t desperate for a meal. Anything was better than the cold, bitter starvation that was now behind him by a few months. And while he was still underfed, it was manageable. He could rest without fear of hibernation, and he didn’t feel overly tempted by his human friends’ existence.
Heavy glanced over at Medic as he finished dressing in pajamas for the night. Medic didn’t look as sickly as he had during their stay in the coldest areas of the Badlands, but he could tell his partner was hungry. The thick woolen sweater was a dead giveaway that he wasn’t being warmed from within. Vampires were a bit like lizards, apparently. His skin was pale, with no noticeable flush, he had bags under his eyes, and he had lost a few pounds. These changes were so subtle the others probably hadn’t noticed. But he did, because he was used to looking at his lover.
“How was dinner, mein schatz?” Medic asked, stretching with a soft yawn and setting the paperback aside.
“It was fine.” Heavy replied, sitting on the bed to unlace his boots. “Engineer made some kind of soup with pork and noodles. Was very good.”
“Oh, is that what I smelled?” Medic mused. “Pig blood is similar to human blood, but it smells a bit…earthy.” He made a face.
Heavy chuckled, looking over his shoulder. “You eat animal blood?”
Medic snorted. “If I need to avoid hibernation and I can find it, I will. Generally, I’d rather starve than stoop to that level.”
Heavy huffed a laugh. “Spoiled, you are, Doctor.”
Medic chuckled. “Hm, I suppose. Call me old fashioned in that way.”
Heavy lay down on the bed, turning towards Medic, who was just settling down under the covers. How did one approach the topic? Did you just say that you would like to be fed from, or was there a more accepted approach? He doubted Medic would like it if he just asked bluntly to become food for the night. He was nervous; less because of the act itself, and more because he wanted it to be enjoyable for Medic. He wanted his partner to go to bed with a full belly, and he wanted it to be because of him.
Lying so close to his partner, Medic could both hear and feel Heavy’s pulse racing. Was it excitement, or nerves? Maybe a healthy dose of both. Either way, it was proving to be just a little bit distracting…his throat suddenly felt very dry, and his stomach dutifully reminded him that he could, in fact, do with a meal.
Medic rolled over onto his side, trailing his fingers down Heavy’s chest, feeling the quickening pulse under his skin. “Heavy, what is it?” His voice was soft, but the desk lamp caught a flash of his fangs sticking out from between his lips. It wasn’t much; they were just barely sharpened. But Heavy noticed. As he suspected, Medic was hungrier than he was letting on.
Heavy swallowed, noticing that Medic’s gaze trailed lazily to his throat. “Doctor…I worry that you did not eat.”
“Oh, is that all?” Medic chuckled, pillowing his head on his arm lazily, eyes half-lidded. “Schatz, you don’t need to worry about that…I am fine. The battles were rough today, and we all lost quite a lot of blood. I didn’t want that strain placed on you all today, when I can go hungry for a while.”
“But that is what I mean,” Heavy fussed, wrapping an arm around his lover and pulling him close to his side. He could feel how cold Medic was, and felt a surge of pride when Medic happily curled into his side like a little kitten. “It was a rough day of battle, and you fought just as hard as the rest of us. It is…not fair.”
Medic sighed tiredly, resting his head on Heavy’s chest and closing his eyes. “Heavy…I appreciate your concern,” he began, “but I’m not starving. Not really. This is nothing. I’ve gone hungry for much longer than this. Vampires are not as frail as humans. We do not need to eat daily.”
“But it feels nice,” Heavy ran a large hand through Medic’s hair, earning him a sigh and a nuzzle from his partner. “Doesn’t it? To eat regularly.”
Medic huffed a laugh. “You’re teasing me. That isn’t fair.”
“I am not making joke. I am seriously asking.” Heavy gazed at his lover, his eyes laced with concern. “Do you not find it nice to eat all the time?”
Medic closed his eyes, suppressing a shudder. Talking about feeding was making his hunger creep to the forefront of his mind, and he felt his fangs burning as they fully extended. His stomach growled just a little bit louder, and he sighed. “I think every beast finds comfort in a meal.” He said carefully.
“Da. Which is why Doctor should take meal. From me.” Heavy finished lamely.
Medic lifted his head in confusion before he burst out laughing. “Oh, Heavy!” He cooed fondly. “You are very sweet, but I’m worried.” He lay his chin on his folded hands. “It’s not yet been two months since you donated. How are you feeling after today?”
Heavy shrugged. “I am tired, but is not bad. Feels only like hard work.” He smiled. “I convinced Engineer to give me some leftovers.”
“Ach, you two conspiring will be the death of me.” Medic groaned without bite.
Heavy raised an eyebrow. “We are trying for opposite.”
“It’s an expression, mein liebe.” Medic leaned up to press a kiss to Heavy’s cheek. “Very well. I’m not so hungry that I have to worry about hurting you, but…” He sighed. “…I fear my hunger is more keen than I let on. Is that all right?”
Heavy licked his lips, gazing at the vampire with no small amount of awe. He had heard of vampires, of course; Russia was full of folktales about the “night stalkers” who would take travelers lost in the woods or in blizzards. But vampires, real vampires, were not like that at all.
They could be fearsome when feeding, sure. Heavy had seen Medic sucking the blood from a dismembered arm once some time ago, and it was quite similar to a wild animal feeding. But, there was also a grace to them that Heavy had instantly fallen for. Medic moved like music. It was beautiful.
Heavy was sure this would be just as pleasant.
Instead of answering verbally, Heavy leaned in close, kissing his lover boldly. Medic resisted at first, likely because his fangs were now fully extended, but the vampire sighed in bliss, leaning closer into Heavy’s warmth, letting the heat from his massive partner soak into his skin.
Kissing around two sets of brilliantly sharp fangs was difficult at first. It was similar to the first time they kissed, both of them inexperienced and helplessly awkward. But it was still wonderful. Heavy lightly traced the fangs with his tongue, memorizing their shape, and Medic moaned into his mouth, pulling himself onto Heavy’s chest as if he could climb inside his ribcage. The feeling of a warm, living muscle against his teeth made them ache in a pleasant way, reminding him of his hunger that Heavy was giving him permission to sate.
Presently, Heavy’s tongue caught on the sharp edge of one of Medic’s top set of fangs, the tooth slicing through the edge of his tongue like a knife through butter. Heavy gasped in pain and surprise–it stung similar to times he’d bitten his own tongue–and pulled away a little.
Medic hummed, chasing the blood instinctively, whining softly when Heavy pulled back to breathe. The blood rouged his lips, tinting them a bright, healthy red, and his pupils were blown wide like a hunting cat. He smiled, and the fangs glinted in the low light.
“Beautiful,” Heavy murmured, reaching one hand up to cup his lover’s cheek. Medic nuzzled into his hand, which was plenty large enough to crush his skull, and pressed a kiss against his palm. “How do I taste?”
Medic smiled gently. “Sweet.” He mused. “Like a fine mousse.”
“That’s all?” Heavy pouted. He was hoping for some more notes on his particular flavor.
Medic giggled. “Well, I may be able to expound if I get more of a taste. I only caught a few droplets. And,” he leaned forward, kissing away a droplet of blood on Heavy’s lips, “as much as I appreciate the donations, the taste of those is much thinner, dryer.”
“Like jerky?” Heavy guessed.
“Hm.” Medic closed his eyes a moment. “An apt comparison.”
Heavy was surprised at the lack of urgency. Medic was breathing, quiet and slow, as if he could fall asleep. It was only a sharp complaint from his stomach that roused him a little, making him wince.
Heavy tsked. “See, I knew it. You are hungrier than you say.”
“Oh, my stomach is always noisy.” Medic dismissed. “But, I admit, now that the offer is on the table…” he sat up on his knees, his eyes wide and predatory, and, for the first time, his visage was terrifying.
Heavy felt his heart pound in his chest. Medic had never looked so attractive. “I want you,” he breathed.
“Let me fix your tongue first,” Medic purred. He cupped Heavy’s cheek in his cool palm, leaning down over him. He lapped at Heavy’s lips until they parted, his tongue freely exploring inside. Their tongues touched briefly, and Heavy heard Medic swallow with a sigh before he felt the wound on his tongue seal up. Medic sat back, licking his lips. “There. That’s better. Mm.” He rubbed his stomach soothingly. “I love the taste of your blood…I confess it is my favorite.”
Maybe most people would fear being a vampire’s favorite meal. Heavy, however, was not most people. His big hands slid under Medic’s sweater, touching the cold planes of skin below and making him gasp. No, his lover was far from a healthy weight, still thin from starving for so long. He wanted to help make Medic softer, return the plump roundness to his belly that he’d had before. “What do you need me to do?” He asked.
“Mmm…” Medic arched into Heavy’s touch. “If you’re still intent on feeding me…”
“Da.”
“Then bare your neck. As much as you can.”
Heavy pulled back from Medic, shifting on the bed until he was comfortable. He gathered this was not going to be a quick process. He unbuttoned the top few buttons on his nightshirt, pulling it off his shoulders and neck, and lay back, tilting his head up and exposing the length of his throat.
Medic wet his lips, and he reached his hands up, fingers lightly tracing the thick, meaty neck of his lover. His own heart was beating fast in his chest, echoing Heavy’s desire. He hadn’t fed from the neck of a human for quite some years…it would be a treat to partake with someone he loved.
“Turn your head to the side, mein liebe. I need access to your vein…there. Just like that.”
Heavy shuddered pleasantly. Medic’s voice was low and husky, nearly breathless, and he closed his eyes. It was sad that he didn’t get to watch easily, but the sensation of it would surely be enough.
Medic straddled Heavy’s chest, moving into a proper position. The heat of his partner’s body was intoxicating, radiating throughout him like a space heater. Soon, that warmth would be inside him. Medic sighed wistfully with hunger, leaning forward over him. He kissed the large vein in Heavy’s neck, brushing his nose against it. Up close, Heavy smelled like sweat and ochre and moss. Like life. He licked his lips. “Are you ready, liebling?”
Heavy’s hands trailed up Medic’s sides, one hand holding him in place at the small of his back and the other resting on his hip, his thumb rubbing gentle circles there. “Da,” he replied, smiling. “Eat, Doctor. I know you are hungry.”
Medic didn’t waste another breath. He parted his lips, feeling his fangs ache to be so close to flesh after far too long. “This will hurt, at first,” he said softly. “The pleasure overtakes it, but it will do more than pinch.”
“I am ready.” Heavy replied. Pain was nothing if his lover would be sated.
Medic closed his eyes and inserted his fangs. Heavy gasped, not expecting it to feel like a clamp on his neck. His instinct was to struggle, to get away, to throw Medic off, but then…
Then, Medic took the first little sip, pulling his blood out of him. The feeling was dizzying, intoxicating, and Heavy relaxed. He could feel the bond between them forming already, even from just one pull. Their bodies would be warmed from the same blood. It would be wonderful.
“Drink.” Heavy murmured. “Drink until you are full.”
Medic purred against Heavy’s neck. As enticing as the offer was, he didn’t want to risk draining his partner dry.
He planned to turn Heavy someday, but a newborn vampire among too many humans was not safe or smart, so his plans for that would have to wait. For now…
Medic settled into a rhythm of drinking, his other hand monitoring Heavy’s pulse. Even though he hadn’t fed from a human like this in so long, he still remembered what he had to do to keep the human safe. However, he was still able to enjoy himself, to get lost in the taste of Heavy’s blood and the feeling of drinking from a living, breathing body.
Heavy’s blood was rich and thick, his body healthy and strong. Medic couldn’t help but sigh as the mouthfuls of blood went down his throat and settled into the cavernous pit of his stomach, warming him from the inside. This was so much better than drinking the blood from a cup of a bowl. It was fresh, rich. Filling.
He already knew Heavy’s blood would be much thicker; the bigger the human, the more red blood cells. But he didn’t expect it to immediately settle in his stomach like a large meal. He was only a few sips in, and already, he was feeling much better. His hunger was fading to satiety…perhaps he could eat until he was full after all.
Heavy, for his part, felt like he was floating. The feeling of the vampire feeding from him was like being high, an ecstasy he hadn’t expected. Medic had shifted slightly on top of his chest, his toes helping anchor him in place as he towered over Heavy. His partner was making the most enticing little sounds, happy little sighs and coos that spoke of satiety. Heavy didn’t even feel very weak; his fingers were starting to tingle a little, but he didn’t feel dizzy or drowsy at all. His head felt a little light, but it wasn’t even in a bad way.
He could feel Medic warming against him, from his blood. It made him feel protective and powerful; nothing could overcome them now. Heavy wanted to do this as often as he possibly could. It would be worth it, if Medic got to feel this good.
Medic pulled away after one last gulp, sealing the wound with his tongue. His mouth tasted pleasantly of cinnamon and orange, and something else that Medic could only describe as Heavy. It was his partner’s unique taste, and it was delicious. Medic sighed deeply, closing his eyes against Heavy’s heart.
“How are you feeling, Doctor?” Heavy’s hand reached up, carding through Medic’s hair absently.
“Full,” Medic sighed dreamily. “I’ve never had blood like yours before…so warm, so satisfying…” He chuckled. “I feel like…do you remember, schatz, when Scout and Soldier were talking about Thanksgiving and food comas after eating so much turkey?”
Heavy chuckled, pressing a kiss into Medic’s hairline. “Da, I remember. Are you saying I give you food coma?”
“That is exactly what I’m saying.” Medic replied, smiling warmly at his partner. “I feel so warm, and my stomach is calm and sated. I haven’t had a good meal like this in far too long a time…certainly not since I used to gorge myself on the battlefields we used to frequent.” He sat up, pulling his sweater off, leaving only a soft turtleneck underneath, and lifting Heavy’s hands to his hips, inviting his partner to feel.
Heavy purred with interest. Medic’s skin was warm, almost feverish to the touch, and pink like a living body. He snuck beneath the turtleneck, smiling openly at Medic’s rounded belly, poking out over his waistband. “My blood did this?” He asked in wonder, his hands tracing the noticeable roundness now gracing Medic’s midsection.
“Mm, ja,” Medic replied, stifling a yawn. “I confess to being a bit greedy…I really wanted to feel stuffed!”
“That is good.” Heavy grinned up at Medic. “You will be full a long time.”
“Ja. I could comfortably go a few months before I need to feed again…perhaps half a year, if I wanted to feel very hungry at the end.”
Heavy pulled Medic down into a kiss. Medic tasted vaguely of blood, but mostly like himself; sweet, crisp snow, and honey. “Between this and the donations,” Heavy mused, unable to keep his hands off of Medic’s now healthy midsection, “You’ll never go hungry again.”
Medic chuckled. “Is that your professional opinion?”
“Da.” Heavy said proudly, grinning.
Medic huffed fondly, nuzzling his partner. “I can see this has already become addicting for you.” He smiled, pulling the covers up over them both. “And, honestly…it has for me, too.”
Heavy wrapped his arms around his partner like a child hugging a teddy bear, yawning again. Medic snuggles in against Heavy’s chest, delighting in the fact that, for the first time in a long time, he didn’t have to fight any of his instincts to lay peacefully beside his lover.
“I’ll have to look after you tomorrow,” he mused. “Make sure you’re all right.”
“Mmm…I like that.” Heavy mumbled. “My pocket Doctor.”
Medic giggled. “Yes…I’d say that’s accurate as well.”