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Matt knew he was about to transform, he knew he was about to go vampire. It was always scary when it happened. Matt always hated when that side of him took over. It was like a beast controlling him, no thoughts, only hunger for blood. He needed to drown out that monster, stop it from devouring everything in sight. He didn’t want to wake up with the guts of his friends sprawled out in his face. God, did he need some blood.. He stirs a bit, bumping into a body beside him. His stomach begs to let him feast on it, but the body belonged to his friend, Tord. He wasn’t going to comply with such a horrific request, especially since Tord trusted him enough to sleep in the same bed as him, at least on occasion. It was cute, lovely even, sometimes Tord even cuddled with him when it was cold. He could smell Tord’s blood coming up to his cheeks when they hugged, but it wasn’t something he wanted to bring up. It could be caused by anything, really. But it always made his body shake in hunger when he was closer to needing to feed. Tord seems to shiver in his sleep, and maybe it was wrong of Matt to wrap his hands around him when he was still fighting the urge to rip him to shreds and swallow his pieces, but his throbbing headache and faintness made it hard for him to think. The smell, of course, was stronger, and more his gut punched its walls for something to keep him alive. Suddenly, Matt can feel Tord moving, but he can’t get himself to move or talk, he was stuck in hunger that felt endless.
“Mmmatt..??” Tord hums, his voice a soothing massage to Matt’s aching brain. He sighs, leaning closer into Tord despite it overwhelming his senses. Tord puts his hand on Matt’s head, petting through his hair sloppily in his dreariness. “Mm.. you’re adorable..”
Matt is about to faint, allowing that monster to control him, but that tiny compliment makes his heart flutter. He can’t help but grin hearing it, even though Tord’s said it before and definitely will say it again, it just felt so nice. He groans, looking up and mouthing “hungry” in a way he hoped Tord saw. Though, he points a finger at his open mouth as well to make it extra clear. Tord seems to pity this, turning over and hugging Matt closely.
“Aww, want me to make you something to eat?” He whispers right in the other’s ear. Matt whines loudly, clawing Tord’s arms and yanking him up so Matt can be level with the veins on his neck. He can smell that blood making its way to his face again. God, it’s getting him closer to just biting right into him. “Matt??” He laughs a bit nervously, “woah...”
“Hungry...” Matt mumbles, praying to himself that Tord just understand what he needs and help him before it’s too late.
“You.. mean like... vampire??” Tord finally catches on, and Matt hopes that’s an invitation because he can’t hold it any longer. He bites down on Tord’s flesh, drawing that sweet juice out and letting it touch his tongue only for a second before he gulps it. It just starts to quench his thirst, but not nearly enough. He can hear Tord’s pained groans, gripping the collar of Matt’s pyjamas. Presumably, he’ll yank it when he’s close to fainting. Eventually the gulping becomes almost rhythmic, and Matt loses track of time, or even much of what’s going on around him. He’s pulled out of it quite literally when he’s dragged off Tord from the back. He yelps, a bit disappointed despite not feeling hungry anymore.
“Ah, you almost killed me, Matt!” Tord looks messy, neck splotched as metallic red trickles down his wounds. Matt wants to lick it up, maybe make it hurt less, kiss it better... Maybe Tord would like that...
“Sorry. Want me to clean you up?” Matt comes close again. He can hear Tord gulp.
“M-Matt.. You’re gonna make me pass out...” Tord gasps, Matt tries to use his blanket to stop his blood loss a bit. Even though it’ll stain, he’d rather that than Tord going unconscious.
“I think licking it might help it clean up faster..” Matt doesn’t quite account for how his breath is hitting Tord neck, but he notices his shivering.
“Mhm, yeah, ‘help it clean up’ hehe...” Tord seems sarcastic, which Matt doesn’t understand at first.
“C’mon... Why would I be lying??”
“Oh! Nono- sorry-!” Tord titters a bit, trying to look away from Matt, “please know I feel really bad about it, but...” Matt wishes Tord didn’t preface with that, it makes him nervous, “that felt too good...”
When Matt looks down almost instinctively, Tord retreats, sitting up.
“Don’t-! That’s not what I meant!” Tord’s face is an ungodly pinkish red, though he’s shying away from Matt to hide it.
“I’m not mad at you...”
“But that’s not what I-! I just sort of liked it, not that much! You have to know what I meant...” He’s stuttering through explaining himself, embarrassment heavy in his tone. He’s using his hands to cover his face, and the blanket is slipping off his wound
“Tord..” Matt hugs Tord from behind. “You’re so adorable..” He kisses Tord’s neck before putting the blanket back over it. Tord grumbles a bit.
“Yeesh..” Tord falls backward, resting on Matt, “you make me blush.” He chuckles, closing his eyes.
“Hey, don’t fall asleep... You’re losing a lot of blood...”
“Mmm... bury me somewhere nice...”
“Not funny! Wake up!”
Matt yanks Tord up, who laughs it off with little to no concern. He lays down on Matt’s bed.
“Aww.. do you worry about me?” Tord smiles, seeming hopeful.
“I do... I care a lot about you, ok?” Matt leans down in front of Tord, and Tord takes a hand out and cups his cheek. Matt decides to tease him a bit, “Besides, your blood tastes nice. I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t drink more of it.” Tord scrunches his nose, but can’t help laughing.
“Hm.. I think another kiss will help keep me awake. On the lips this time?”
Matt snickers but kisses Tord softly, staying there for a bit before parting slowly. Tord gives a chipper hum.
“Perfect..”
Matt’s smiling, though he does hope not to have to feed on Tord again...
Unless he wants it, of course.