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Soap's head has been aching for days. His gums hurt, his fangs hurt, and his head hurt so much that he could barely pay attention in debriefs.
And Simon took notice of this.
Simon could tell Soap looked a little more paler than usual. He noticed Soap wincing whenever someones voice went mildly into a shout.
Simon hated to see Johnny like this. It made him hurt more than Soap did.
Simon's poor little heart pounded and blood would rush to his face, ears and occasionally his dick whenever in close proximity to Johnny doing anything remotely hot.
Simon could tell when he checked in on his little-less-than-human friend over the course of a few days, that Johnny would cling to his touch. Hold Simon a little longer in a hug. But Simon never failed to notice when Johnny would stand a little on his tip-toes to breathe deep in his neck where blood rapidly flowed in Simon's carotid artery.
Simon figured— being a vampire and all— that Johnny would know where all the major arteries and blood veins were. Where blood flowed profusely and sweetly, and where blood flowed in short bursts and bitterly.
This never failed to turn on Simon. But he would never admit that to anyone.
After Price's latest debrief, Simon made up his mind to talk and ask Johnny what was wrong. Simon knew it was probably from Johnny not feeding off of a blood bag for a while, but Simon wanted to make sure.
Despite Simon's rough exterior, he loved Johnny like a growing plant. Simon thrived off of Johnny's room lightening smile, his air refreshing smell, the way he would shower Simon in flatterous compliments.
So taking all this in thought, Simon wanted to repay the favor.
Simon grabbed Johnny's wrist to pull him aside after everyone was piling out of the debrief room, and leaned into whisper in his ear, “Need to talk to you privately, Sergeant."
The deep and quiet tone Simon used sent a shiver down Johnny's spine, resisting the urge to physically shake the shiver off.
Johnny replied in a hushed tone, “Aye, sir."
Simon slowly pulled away and Johnny wanted to pull him back and breathe in deeply the scent of where Simon's blood rushed in his neck, to feel the pulse of his blood flow through his arteries beneath his lips and teeth.
Once Johnny realized his mouth started to salivate, he shook his head trying to clear away those thoughts. Johnny didn't want to put that on Simon. He wouldn't put that on Simon. Didn't want to see Simon hurt. After all, sucking the blood out of someone hurts like hell, but can give someone the most amazing pleasure they would ever feel. If they were up to it.
Simon gave Johnny a concerned look, tilting his head to the side in a silent "you ok?" But all Johnny could reply with was a curt nod.
"Lead tha’ way, LT." Johnny hoped Simon wouldn't take notice of just how hoarse his voice was from the considerate lack of drinking blood.
And with that, Simon gently held onto Johnny's hand and let Johnny trail behind him as he dragged them to his room.
Once arrived at Simon's door, it only then made Johnny feel slightly uneasy and a little dizzy. Simon noticed this as he opened his door and the way Johnny tightened his grip on his hand.
Simon led Johnny inside his room, and quickly shut the door, carefully though as to not slam it on account of Johnny's most likely pounding headache.
Johnny loved how attentive Simon was, the careful close of the door and the quick shut of curtains. Only after these tasks did Simon take off his baclava and look Johnny in his eyes.
"How long has it been since you've fed, Soap." Simon was always curt and to the point.
Johnny rubbed the bridge of his nose, and looked down instead of looking into Simon's soft brown eyes.
"A while…" Johnny said with a long sigh.
Simon, with his hands on his hips now, "And just how long is 'a while'?" The reply Simon got was grumpy mumbling. "What was that, Sergeant? I couldn't hear you."
Johnny looked up at him now. "3 months and 2 weeks tae tha’ day, LT."
"J— fuck, Johnny. Th— that's bad, right?" Johnny could see just how concerned Simon was looking into his eyes, and that hurt more than his ever so pounding headache.
"Could go n'other week, but, aye. Tha’s bad, LT."
Simon let out a sigh, body sagging at Johnny's response.
"Take my blood."
Hold on.
Pause.
"What?" There was a loud record scratch going on in Johnny's head.
"Could ye repeat tha’ again— didnae think I heard ye right." Johnny's headache was now pounding with a newfound vigor.
"I want you to drink my blood." Johnny searched Simon's face for any tell that this was some kind of joke. He expected any minute now for a punchline to come.
But when none came, Johnny tried to persuade Simon from his probably soon to be painful choice. "Si— I dinnae if ye kn—"
"Don't care."
Simon now standing straight again with his arms crossed seemed firm on his decision.
"Si—"
"Johnny," Simons hands went to cup his face, "You need my blood to live as much as I do. I'm not going to argue over this with you. Take. My. Blood."
Well.
Johnny couldn't really argue with Simon at that, he's got a point.
Johnny felt a zing of relief rush through his spine when he smelled Simon's blood from the median cephalic vein in his wrists. Johnny almost felt high just from the smell of Simon, he could only imagine just how good it would feel to have Simon's blood rush and flow into his mouth.
Having his lips and teeth in general on Simon would be heaven to Johnny in every way possible.
With a deep sigh, "aye, alright, I’ll take yer blood. But ye have tae listen tae me say something first."
Simon caressed Johnny's cheek with his thumb, and gave him a nod. "I'm listening." Johnny got goosebumps from just how gentle Simon was with him, he was never really this gentle with anyone else. It made him feel special.
"Takin' somone's blood disnae only hurt like hell, but it gives ye an aphrodisiac." Johnny tried to avoid Simon's eye contact at the last bit of the sentence. "Tha aphrodisiac jus' makes it easier tae take tha’ blood. We dinnae have tae— ye know—" a vague hand gesture, "do anythin'…"
"But what if I wanted to?"
Fuck. This was like one of Johnny's wet dreams come true.
Johnny then took a moment and said breathlessly, "then kiss me before I say somthin' stupid."
Simon's warm lips on Johnny's was nothing like he imagined at all. Johnny would never admit that he had fantasies of his Lieutenant. It would in no way be true, but he would never admit that he imagined this kiss for practically as long as he's known Simon.
Simon kissed him passionately, but took the kiss slowly and with care, nipping gently at Johnny's lip to encourage him to bite Simon.
And did Johnny ever.
Nipping at Simon's lip and getting the smallest taste of Simon was like a burst of juice from the sweetest tasting fruit you'd ever have. It was addicting, it was maddening, and all Johnny knew was that he wanted more. The taste of Simon's blood left Johnny's tongue tingling as he fervently kept kissing Simon.
Breaking away from the kiss left the two of them panting. Being in such close proximity to eachother left them breathing in one anothers air, desperately not getting enough of eachother from being close. The need and desire to consume every atom of eachother was too much. Feeling the warmpth radiate off of eachother only to find one another drawing closer to feel it with a touch of a hand, or brush of a body.
Johnny couldn't stay away from Simon now even if someone was dragging him away, kicking and screaming. He would only find a way to get back to Simon to curl his body next to his to stay close to him for the rest of his eternal life.
Of course, Simon knew none of this. Or how he felt. But little did he know was that Simon felt the exact same way. Except for maybe the coppery taste of Johnny's blood. Simon would never be able to taste Johnny the way he was able to taste Simon.
"Did anyone ever tell ye tha’ ye taste delicious, Si?" Johnny said, breathlessly with a smile.
Simon nodded his head from side to side as if in thought, "once or twice maybe." The truth was, no one ever had. He wouldn't mind if Johnny would describe his blood simply like one would taste wine.
Simon kissed Johnny again, and led them backward to the bed. When Simon's calves hit the bed frame, Johnny broke the kiss to get his hands on Simon only to slide down his body and sink to his knees in front of Simon.
If Simon wasn't turned on before, he certainly was now.
Johnny kept eye contact with Simon the entire time as he slid his hands down Simon's body. Looking up at Simon from the floor now with his fingers in the belt loops of Simons pants, "can I take these off'a ye?" Simon, with no hesitation, nodded. Then when Johnny didn't do anything, he had a realization, "yeah— yes. Please."
Johnny made quick work of Simon's belt, pants, and boxers. He struggled a little with the roadblock that was Simon's boots, but he got past it.
Johnny's hands rested on the sides of Simon's thighs. "Sit on tha’ bed for me would ya?" Simon complied instantly.
With Simon on the bed and half naked, Johnny spread Simon's thighs wide enough for Johnny to sit in between them.
Johnny started to press sweet, open mouthed kisses starting from Simon's knee to where the plush of his thighs met the flesh of his pelvis, completely ignoring Simon's hard dick that was practically weeping with precum.
Simon wasn't very well versed in vampires, but he assumed that they were literally—and figuratively— bloodhounds. After Johnny still ignoring Simon's dick, he kept pressing kissed to either of this thighs, settling in on his right one.
Simon didn't quite know what to expect in a vampire bite, but Johnny almost surprised him when he suddenly clampped down with vigor using his fangs on Simons thigh.
Pain and pleasure rushed throughout Simon instantaneously with a soft groan. His head felt pleasantly fuzzy and full of arousal. He could feel Johnny pushing him to lay down on the bed and he just let himself be manhandled. Completely reveling in Johnny's touch.
With Simon's blood rushing through Johnny's mouth, his blood tasted so much sweeter than when he had just nibbled at Simon's lip earlier. This was like getting a taste of his first and last drink of blood that would ever taste so absolutely mind numbing to him. Simon's rich tasting blood has ruined Johnny for anyone else. There was no way he could go back.
As Johnny's stomach started to feel sated and full from Simon's blood, he slowly pulled his fangs out from Simon's femoral artery in his thigh, licking at the wounds so they could heal.
Johnny then went to give Simon's dick its much needed attention. Grabbing it at the base and licking under the tip made Simon groan, even though he felt frozen in his place on the bed.
Simon knew it was at this point that Johnny would drive him absolutely insane. The mere thought of Johnny's fangs in the closest proximity possible to his dick was going to kill him.
Johnny didn't take all of Simon at once, he decided he would take it slow with Simon. And it's not like Simon had too much say in how fast he went, either.
He managed to take about half of Simon and tried to avoid using his fangs and accidentally nick Simon in his mouth. What he couldnt fit in his mouth, he used his hand. Simon wanted to buck his hips up into Johnny's mouth so fucking bad, but he just felt like a ball of putty in Johnny's hands.
The hand that Johnny wasn't using to fist Simon's dick, he used to poke and prod at the two dot mark scabs his fangs left on Simon's thigh. The dull aching pain that was left after the bite Johnny gave Simon had bursts of pleasure running up his spine everytime Johnny pressed particularly hard on the marks.
Simon didn't think he made any noises when Johnny did this, but it was music to Johnny's ears when he heard Simon moan like a whore when he rubbed a knuckle into the marks. Johnny did this over, and over, and over, until it had Simon grasping the sheets and cumming in Johnny's mouth.
Now if Johnny's stomach wasn't full of Simon before, he certainly was now. He was now completely and fully sated off of Simon and Simon alone.
Johnny pulled off of Simon's dick, and having completely forgotten his own hard dick in his pants, as Simon's dick gave the last spurt of cum and landed on his stomach. Reveling in how the taste of Simon still tingled on his tongue, Johnny licked it off of the expanse of skin where his shirt had ridden up.
After a moment to let one another catch their breaths, Johnny spoke up. "So how do ye feel?" Johnny rested his head on the thigh opposite of the one he bit. Rubbing the heel of his hand on his dick to try and alleviate some of the pressure, but focusing on Simon.
A huff, "Like a vampire sucked the life out of me." Johnny couldn't see it but he could hear the smile blooming on Simons lips.
"Probably cause' I did jus' tha’."