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Bitten Apple ~ (1x1 between Femmesto and LustfulSins)

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Reggie waited at the checkout area of the blood clinic, having another hard day of work out the way. "Man, I never thought I had to do so many blood transfusions before . . even on blood drive day." It seemed that their was a big spike of donations going on and Reggie was rather curious on why it was so. "Maybe some cult worshipers are planning a bloodbath or something." Reggie grumbled to himself, his voice light and soft as the nurse in front of him chuckled. "Reggie, you don't have to overthink it that way." Tina the resident eyed the 5ft8 male. Reggie jumped when he realized he was talking out loud again. The lightly colored skinned male sighed. "I guess you are right . . I am just super tired." Tina smiled. "Well, at least you have the day off tomorrow. But there has been a lot of blood donations lately." Reggie raised a brow. "See? I am not that crazy." Reggie waved bye to Tina and went to the time station, clocking out soon after. "Maybe I will make some nice tea and cuddle around my fireplace. That would be nice." The ginger put the backpack on his back before leaving.

Once out the hospital, the ginger begun to make his way down the street at 11:00 at night. Normally, you shouldn't hang around certain areas around that time. Especially where he worked. The blood clinic was in between the hood and the rich suburbia. Due to this, the roads were always nearly empty and he didn't live that far so he would walk home, even late at night. Reggie looked fragile but the boy carried a personal knife on him if anything were to happen. Reggie eyed the inside of his wrist, seeing his blue veins pull through. "Man, I wish I could give blood for certain reasons." One thing to note, he had a kink for biting and also he wanted to give back; he was the most popular blood type of O negative so he figured people would want his blood for that reason. However, since he was "gay" the state wouldn't allow him to donate due to the stereotype of gays having aids which was stupid.

As Reggie walked, Reggie turned down his usual corner and merging more into the city side of the town. Most people wouldn't go into the city this time of night, but what was the worst thing that can happen?
 
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Shawn had lived in this city for the last ten years. He had joined up with the biggest coven in the city for protection. He would rather be alone, but a lone vampire is easy pickings for hunters if he gets discovered. Turned out to be a big mistake. As the new coven recruit, Shawn very quickly became the new coven toy. Unfortunately, over the ten years he had been with this coven, he had been unable to leave, and because he had 'cute redhead twink' written figuratively all over his un-aging body, it didn't matter if new recruits joined up. With time, Shawn stopped fighting it, but that didn't make it any easier. He just found more and more ways to avoid being at the coven house.

For the past week, Shawn has been having increased difficulty keeping any human's attention long enough to go home with them and feed. He has a faint suspicion that Trevor, the coven leader, had something to do with it. Likely spreading rumours amidst the humans at the bars of the city. Now, after a full week without blood, Shawn is starving and desperate. No more seducing, he's committed to attacking the next human he sees. And just his luck, here comes one down the street he's waiting at. The redhead is leaned against the wall of a closed radio store, arms crossed. His hands grip his biceps to hide their shaking, and his head is lowered like he doesn't want to be bothered.

As soon as the man is closer, Shawn only waits until he's just passed. He's taller than Shawn's short 5'2, but the boy is relying on his inhuman strength. Shawn acts fast, reaching out to grab the back of the man's shirt. He pulls hard, hoping to set the man off balance, and shoves him back against the wall. No as hard as he would have liked. Going a week without blood has left Shawn weakened. He can only hope he can hold onto the man long enough to sink his fangs in, then long enough to get a meal.
 
Reggie took one step forward and before he knew it, his life flashed before his very eyes as his shirt scrub was grabbed and slammed against the wall. Reggie winced a little, knowing he wasn't hurt that bad but the impact surely made him groan a little. What was this person!? Reggie locked eyes with the red head in front of him, blinking rapidly. "What the fuck!?" Reggie growled out. He didn't know what this boy's agenda was, but he wasn't going to die by a teenager. He himself was 26, but shit he wasn't going to die like this. Not that he imagined it that way. Reggie felt around with his one hand and felt his knife and soon flicked it out. "Come any closer to me, and I will stab you!" However, as he somehow managed to catch a glimpse of the male's body and saw how skinny he was. Reggie lowered his knife, having a concerned look to his face.


"Hey, you don't look too good. Have you eaten at all? Is someone starving you?" Reggie's tone softened, the nurse inside of him kicking in. "I can help you get you to a doctor to check you in . .but if you kill me, I can't help you. A dead person can't help a person if they are dead."If Reggie only knew who he was talking to and that this person wasn't a "human", then things would've been different. But, Reggie was reaching out to the young red head and seeing if he was okay or not. And try to help him. Maybe if he showed some empathy, things might change and he didn't have to stab the other.
 
The knife makes Shawn recoil. He wasn't expecting g the human to be armed, and his sense of smell is dulled by weakness, so he couldn't smell the steel. Contrary to popular belief, silver, steel, and iron have no more effect on vampires than they do on humans. But that doesn't make it hurt any less. Plus, if Shawn takes damage, he doesn't have the strength to heal. But he really needs to feed. He could risk it, risk getting stabbed in the faint chance he could get his fangs in the man's neck.

Shawn registers the man speaking to him, but he keeps his head down. The shadows cast by his shaggy red hair are hiding his red eyes. And that word, hospital. That makes him tense. A hospital would try to take his vitals. Vitals that, while present, are too low for someone not in a braindead coma.

"No hospitals! I just need to.." Shawn trails off, swaying slightly. His voice isn't quite the high pitch of a teenager, but it's not super deep either. A pleasant mid ground. Or, it would be if he wasn't dealing with the painful itch in his throat that comes with needing blood. Alright, time to risk it. Shawn lunges forward again, hands grabbing the front of the man's shirt, yanking his shoulders down. He just needs to bite and hold on..
 
Reggie eyed the man in front of him, seeing how lethargic and neurotic he was. Okay, so the word hospital is not a good thing because the man practically tensed up. However, he was ready to stab the man if he decided to attack him. Reggie knew he couldn't take on the other male physically, but he had a weapon to weaken him and run away. But, Reggie knew this man needed help. Before Reggie could say anything, the vampire grabbed his shirt and yanked him down towards him. At that moment. Reggie stabbed him straight in the side of the stomach, grunting slightly. "Look, I don't want to kill you . . .and I sense you don't like hospitals. I can take you back to my place and fix your wounds. Then we can figure out there. Or at least make you stable. But, you are not going to kill me. I will not die at your hands." Reggie growled angrily, clearly the ginger wasn't one to be taken lightly.


Reggie pulled the knife, seeing blood on it. "Damn . . ."the nurse sighed as he laid his head back on the wall. "I can help you, but you can't kill me.Whatever you need to do, I can figure it out or try to do something. I didn't mean to stab you, and I know you didn't mean to attack me, but you picked the wrong person." He noted.
 
Shawn can feel the cold steel sliding under his ribs. Yeah, that was a big risk. And it the pain of it sets him off balance, so he's not even able to sink his fangs in. Shawn staggers back a step once the knife is pulled put, and at first, it seems like he didn't feel it at all. Then the pain rushes in. Vampires still feel pain, they just feel it to different extents, and not as readily. This stab wound, for example, feels something akin to a kick to the shin.

"Son of a bitch! I didn't think you'd actually stab someone shorter than you!" Shawn looks down, pressing his right hand to his left side. Blood soaks his white and red layered tank tops, but it doesn't spread far. Though his body won't heal, it still clots rapidly. Now he's just left with an open wound. The man's next words confuse Shawn. What kind of guy apologizes for stabbing their attacker in self defense?

Shawn doesn't have time to ask. Black swarms his vision, he sways, then pitches sideways. In an attempt to catch himself, his shoulder collides with the nearby lamppost with a solid thud. Then he's on the ground, trying to blink away black dots, unsuccessfully. Shawn loses consciousness before his would-be victim can make it to his side. Though his body had clotted the wound rapidly, having not fed in a week means he didn't have much blood left to lose.
 
Reggie noticed the man on the ground once the blade was gone and was breathing hard, his hearty racing. "I am not a fibble little thing you think I am." However, he did notice how badly shape he was. Getting on closer inspection, he noticed fangs on the man and he nearly gasped. "This man has fangs! Could it be . . . A VAMPIRE?!" could explain the rise of donating blood perhaps. Maybe it was some cult. However, Reggie did tilt his head to the side and eyed his wrist. "Man, this is fueling something that I probably will get close to a blood dontion." Reggie grabbed the blade and slit his wrist, seeing the blood drip from his wrist. "Okay . .hope this works." And he held his wrist to the vampires mouth for a few moments.

Once he felt like the vampire had enough to at least live, Reggie ripped his own shirt and tied his wrist to stop the bleeding. "Damn . . . come on." Reggie scooped up the vampire in his arms wedding style and huffed as he slowly but steadily carried the man back home. Once at his apartment, the nurse flopped the man onto his couch. "Okay, let's try and stop the bleeding." And Reggie walked over to his medic bag near his couch and found the stuff he needed. Grabbing the nurse kit, he walked over to the vampire and begun to attend to his wounds.


Reggie eyed the vampire before sighing. "Look, you can tell me everything later, but you are not in the mood to go anywhere." Reggie had to shake the thought of having a vampire in his house and his current mindset was taking care of a fallen patient. Or human in this case.
 
The taste of blood rouses Shawn enough for him to grab onto the man's arm. With a steady flow of blood, he has no need to sink his fangs in. His lips close over the wound, sucking weakly. His eyes barely slitted open. When the man pulls away, Shawn can't keep his grip. His shaking hands fall to his chest, gripping the front of his own shirt. His eyes close again, and though he's conscious, he's limp.

Being picked up pulls a groan from his chest. It doesn't hurt, movement is just uncomfortable. Shawn's head hangs back, lips parted. He drifts in and out of consciousness on the walk to wherever this man is taking him. Dropped onto the couch, Shawn gasps sharply, the motion bouncing him. In the better lighting, more details can be made out. Cream white skin, pale lips to match. There's a decorative leather wrap around his left arm, two leather rings on his right middle finger, and a leather cord around his throat with two silver rings on it.

Shawn flinches when the man pulls his layered tanks up to tend the stab wound. Reflexively, the boy weakly slaps his hand before just letting his arm hang off the couch. "That hurts. And it's pointless. It's not gonna heal."
 
Reggie glared at Shawn before still trying to treat the wound. "At least I can clean it. Just sit there, and take my help." Reggie shot back. Man, this vampire had a mouth on him. However, Reggie realized how much movement the other had after he fed the male some of his own blood. Reggie realized the open wound and had a idea. Reggie looked at the vampire, wondering what would be the best method to give his blood. Reggie knew blood saved lives and helps the heart flow. But . . this vampire had no heart to pump. Reggie didn't know enough about vampires besides Twilight and some vampire drama shows, but he had could connect the two together.

Reggie thought about his kink and his eyes got huge. "Fuck . . keep it together Reggie." the nurse bit his lower lip. at the sensation it would feel to have fangs puncture his skin instead of a stapler (yes he used to click staplers into his finger to get off) but he eventually stopped since he didn't want to get lead poisoning. He also lost some movement in his 4th finger as well. Thankfully it was on his left hand and not his dominate hand which is his right.

Reggie took his wrist bandage off and held his wrist to Shawn's lips, his wrist touching his fangs or at least lightly grazing. "Bite me . . and take my blood ." he gulped, feeling himself get somewhat hard in his scrubs. Reggie was ready to pull his wrist back though when he felt like he was beginning to get woozy, but he wanted to feel the high.
 
Shawn blinks open his crimson eyes, staring up at the man. His vision is blurry. But the scent of blood fills his nose, the man's wrist right there. He's still shaking as he grips his wrist, licking his lips. "You realize what you're saying?" When the man doesn't pull away, Shawn opens his mouth and sinks his fangs into soft skin.

The bite reopens the cut and creates new punctures. Small channels in the backs on the fangs create an opening for the blood to flow without removing the fangs. Shawn creates a suction, gulping down mohthfuls of blood. Before the man's eyes, the stab wound in Shawn's side stitches itself back together, leaving a faint white scar. Yes, vampires scar.

As Shawn regains some strength, he sits up and sets one leg on the floor. The other one he folds, foot against his thigh, then moves one hand to grip the man's shirt and pull him to sit down before he falls over. Shawn's grip on his wrist tightens. He plans to take a lot, but he won't kill the man.
 
Reggie nearly moaned when felt the pleasuring sensation of Shawn biting into his wrist. It was like a fire lit through his body. A stapler could not hit the same power this vampire biting him did. "Annghh~" Reggie gasped as he felt his blood being drained help feeding the other. And it seemed his idea was right as he noticed the vampire healing himself. So this is the magic blood donating does. As the vampire became better, Reggie was getting woozy and followed the movement to sit down. Once he felt his eyes practically go half lid, Reggie firmly bonked the vampire on the forehead, letting him know to stop. Once the vampire pulled away, Reggie leaned against the couch.

Reggie groaned as he eyed his backpack, looking at Shawn. "Red head . . . can you go into my backpack and give me my chocolate bar? It should help my blood flow." Reggie groggily looked at the vampire, hoping the other would help him out at least. Reggie knew if he moved, he would be down for the count. And that's not what he wanted. However, he had a raging boner in his scrubs and managed to cross his legs to cover himself. He didn't want to make himself look like a weirdo, but it was a very hot scenario and knew he had to rub it out or let himself be blue balled
 
Shawn flinches when the man whacks the top of his head. Did he really just..? He has to refrain from laughing as he pulls his fangs from the man's wrist. His tongue slides across the punctures, and a coagulant in his saliva stops the bleeding. Licking his lips, he releases the man's wrist, rubbing the top of his head. "You have some nerve hitting a vampire." No point hiding it, obviously the man knows since he's letting Shawn feed from him.

Shawn stands and goes to the backpack, rummaging through it. Once he locates the chocolate bar, he holds it out to the man. "Pretty sure chocolate is good for dizziness, not blood loss. But whatever." Shawn didn't miss the way the man crosses his legs, and it does very little to hide his erection.

"You're a kinky bastard, aren't you? First you stab me, then you kidnap me, then feed me. You're lucky I don't believe in draining my meals." Shawn is grinning, moving to stand in front of the man. Unfolding his legs and kicking his feet apart, Shawn drops to his knees in front of him. His hands land on the man'a thighs. "Let me help. It's the least I can do for attacking you earlier, and for you letting me feed."
 
Reggie did whack the vampire on the forehead, and he would do it again too. "You damn right I did. And I have every nerve to do it again." Reggie glared at the vampire. Looks like the vampire didn't expect for Reggie to be so bitchy back, but Reggie literally had no fear for the most part. Expect for heights. That made him super scared as shit. Reggie grabs the chocolate and managed to rip it apart before beginning to eat. "It has caffeine in it. So it forces you to wake up and helps your blood flow." A Reggie ate, he slowly felt the chocolate to kick in and became more awake. "Damn, so good."

However, Reggie eyed the vampire and noticed him crawl over to the ginger haired boy. At his comment,Reggie blinked. "I will stab you with a knife, you human straw, if you were thinking about drinking me dead." He was blushing though when he was called a kinky bastard. "Bastard? Perhaps. Kinky? Depends." However, his eyes grew big when he noticed the vampire's position and blinked 3 times. "Ummm, you don't have to do that." His bulge was apparent being a 7incher hidden away in his scrubs. "You can stay here, reside here, and I can do my best to help you especially with your feeding. All I ask is that you respect me and ask me when you want a feed and I can be a sustainable source." He didn't have the energy for oral and he wasn't a person who liked sexual favors.
 
Shawn tilts his head, snorting. Human straw? That's a new one. Nevertheless, he grins at the blush that crosses the man's face. Innocence, much? Shawn's thumbs rub back and forth against the man's thighs. An offer to stay here, to have this man be a feeder, is so strongly tempting. Somewhere he can stay away from the coven. And all he has to do is ask permission before feeding? It's too easy. Nobody would offer themselves up to lose blood so often.

"Careful. I might take you up on the offer. Your blood is sweeter than many I've fed from. Like candy." Shawn trails his gaze downward to the bulge hidden in the man's pants. One hand moves to brush his palm over the man's groin. "You sure you don't want help? You're so hard. That can't be comfortable.
 
Reggie felt the thumb rubbing on his thigh, his bulge slightly moving and Reggie moaned slightly. "Damn it, knock it off!" Reggie just wanted to take a nap as he kept eating his chocolate. "Listen here, human straw, you just can't prey on victims that don't want it . .even though my current situation doesn't help my case. And it could be my blood is O negative, which you are in luck for a vampire for you. Reggie did growl as he felt the palm of his hand brush his groin ever so lightly. "You are a asshole." Then he smirked. "You just horny yourself huh? Had some good blood and you feeling good, and now you want to give me head as in thanks? Someone might be having horny issues too." Reggie felt more energy as he stood up and pushed the vampire down before the male pinned the vampire to the ground. Reggie's eyes had a hint of lust in them.

"I think you shouldn't push more then you should. You should just take my offer. I am willingly giving it to you. You need me and I need you . . you biting me was a high that I've never experienced. Not even a stapler could achieve such a level. I am very much uncomfortable, but I can rub myself out. So, I don't think that power sucker of your mouth can help out this situation since it's not that kind of arousal. However, if you decided to suck me off, I am fucking your ass because I am going to want my turn. Besides, you didn't even ask me my name and you want to give me head. Are we desperate?" Reggie joked lightly. "It's Reggie by the way. Nurse Reggie of Heartwood blood clinic and hospital."
 
"Blood type has nothing to do with-" Shawn attempts to speak over the man, only to be shoved backward and suddenly be pinned down on the floor, the man straddling him. Insults fly at him, nothing new. But he finds himself concerned for the man's health. "Woah, hey, take it easy! I took a lot of blood, three times what humans donate to blood drives."

Shawn sighs when the man starts going off an a tangent. Okay, that's hot, but he's not about to admit it out loud. However, he gets distracted by the bit about the stapler, and stops listening to the rest. At least he catches the name and occupation. He can't help the full laughter that bubbles up. "A stapler? Seriously? You used a stapler to experiment with having your flesh pierced. Why didn't you just go have rough sex with every other normal human with a biting kink?"

Shawn laughs several seconds longer, shaking his head. When he calms, he shifts one leg to press and rub his knee against Reggie's groin. "Come on. There's no way you'll be satisfied stroking this yourself. Not in your state. A chocolate bar isn't enough to restore almost two litres of blood, Reggie. And while I'm thinking of it, as much fun as the insults are, my name is Shawn."
 
Reggie knew he wasn't ready to tackle this man's ass yet, and the vampire did have a point that he shouldn't be doing anything crazy and extra. The chocolate bar gave him enough energy to practically insult and cuss the vampire beneath him out. Reggie's face was even red, his cheeks flustering as the vampire called out his stapler kink and growled. "It's not on the levels of BDSM as more humans think. I am not a BDSM kink person . .but since I am gay and give out blood . . .the feeling and the idea of being bitten was like a rush of adrenaline. And the feeling of being bit by you was just perfect." Maybe he lost a lot of blood, but he was clearly not thinking straight. But I stopped using staplers about 4 years ago . . . " Reggie cleared his throat for a moment before beginning to speak.

"This chocolate bar gives me enough energy to tell you what I want to tell you, and call you what I want to call you." Reggie said sternly. However, when he heard the name of the vampire, he huffed. "Shawn, you are the pain in my ass and crotch, but I am sure you don't want to burn up in the sun which I have no problems opening up the blinds and seeing you toast like a marshmallow. You can stay here." He said sternly. "Besides, in my state, you shouldn't target the weak. That makes you a lowly vampire." However, he knew this boner thing was bothering him and Reggie was ready to jab a stake through Shawn's chest since he kept messing with his situation. "If you suck my dick, I am going to every bit of this candy bar to fuck your ass." He said firmly.
 
"Okay, so a fetish then, not a kink. Either way, it makes you hard." Shawn falls quiet again when Reggie resumes speaking. The comment about burning up in the sun makes him laugh again. But he doesn't speak until Reggie is finished. Instead, he swings his raised foot idly back and forth, which in turn brushes his knee back and forth against Reggie's groin, seeing as the man hasn't put any distance between them.

"Vampires don't burn up in the sun. We get migraines and blisters, and 2nd degree burns if we stay in direct sunlight too long. And yeah, I am a lowly vampire. I'm bottom rung of my coven, the toy everyone uses to take out their frustrations, and last to get any blood packs from Central Hospital." There's a growing bitterness in Shawn's voice as he talks about his coven, his brows furrowing in irritation. "And seriously? A chocolate bar?"
 
Reggie glared at the vampire, knowing he was loosing this insult war. And it didn't help that the comment of him only "burning in the sun" made Reggie think that his death was just going to be burns. "Well, I will make your burns 3rd degree, human straw." Reggie however did hear how the other was part of a coven but it was clear that he hated it. However his thought process was disturbed by the rubbing of his foot against his aching bulge. This was not going well at all. He knew he should move but he felt like he was stuck at the same time. Reggie heard that Shawn stole bags from a local hopsital and sighed, knowing that his hopsital would be a potential hit as well. When he thought about his "chocolate bar comment", he felt like he died on the inside. He was really loosing blood. "I mean to say that I was going to use the rest of my energy, from this chocolate bar, to fuck your ass if you suck my dick off." He felt like he was loosing this battle and Reggie moved away with a groan. "Shit, I am too tired for this." Reggie begun to move but instantly fell in front of the vampire. "Damn . ." Reggie slowly closed his eyes and before he passed out, he gave Shawn the middle finger.



As Reggie slept soundly, he smothered his boner down, knowing that he was going to be in so much pain tomorrow, but he used all of his energy practically help another man go on with life. However, this man was literally sleeping soundly on the floor as he still had the middle finger pointed at Shawn. Yeah. Reggie was a fighter down to the core and even on his sleeping bed.
 
Shawn listens to Reggie fumble to fix his comment, amusement on his face. This guy is really against taking help. He almost wonders if he's asexual. But then, that wouldn't make sense given how, in the span of ten minutes, the ginger has threatened to fuck him three times. But when Reggie tries to move and just falls face down, passed out, Shawn shakes his head.

Briefly, he contemplates just leaving and letting the blood loss do its biological magic of making the human think all this has been some kind of fever dream. But that offer of a blood supply is too tempting. And freedom from the coven. No more constant use by other vampires. Shawn sighs and pushes himself up, then pulls Reggie's arm over his shoulder. "Come on, human. Might as well put you to bed."

It takes Shawn a minute to find the bedroom. When he does, his first action is to strip Reggie of his clothing and sort of wipe his skin. After all, he had carried Shawn home bloody. Then he tucks the taller man into the bed, leaving the room and closing the door. He's not about to take advantage of a sleeping guy. He then locates the bathroom and enjoys a hot shower for himself, before settling back on the couch in front of the TV. Reggie likely wouldn't wake until morning.
 
When it was morning, Reggie groaned as he stirred in the bed, slowly waking up. “Shit, what the hell?” He instantly aid as he felt his head throb. “What the fuck happened last night?” He closed his eyes, trying to think how he got into bed, and why was he naked. “Did I sleep walk? No . . .” He looked between his legs, seeing swollen balls and winked as he moved. “Did I have a bad wet dream?” Reggie felt weak but slightly better as he slowly moved out of his bed, grabbing onto the bedpost. “Fuck. . . I didn’t party.” Reggie slowly walked over to the door, stumbling a little and noticed Shawn on his couch. At that moment, the night clicked together as a puzzle before the final puzzle chipped in. “Oh shit! I gave my blood to a vampire and that gave me my blue balls because I didn’t want to release myself.” Reggie groaned, seeing the better look of the vampires face as he walked closer to him slowly. “He’s pretty hot for a vampire, but aren’t they are all?” However, he wouldn’t have mind letting the male suck him off until he blew his load over his face. The thought was making him hard but he winced at the pain. “Too soon, Damn it.” And he groggily made his movements to the kitchen, not caring that he was naked. Thankfully, the windows were closed and he had a day off.


Reggie Begun to make a pot of coffee, needing some kind of jolt. as the coffee was brewing, Reggie wondered on what to eat and maybe thought to have food delivered. Once the coffee was done, he poured himself a mug and made his way to sit down in the other chair, watching the other. He didn’t know if he faked sleeping or he was really asleep, but he just watched, amused at the sight. This vampire was something totally unexpected, but he seemed to have a personality of a smart mouth Villian. Reggie had to be careful around Shawn because the vampire knew his kink and he knew he would try to get him again.
 
Vampires don't necessarily sleep, not in the way humans do. It's more like that lucid state between sleeping and waking that humans experience. However, vampires retain full awareness of their surroundings. At some point in the very early morning hours, Shawn had turned off the TV and stretched out without a blanket. He didn't need one. While his body temperature runs very low, he doesn't feel cold. He does feel heat, though, which is helpful when he stays in sunlight too long.

Shawn is aware when Reggie rises from bed. But he's content to leave his eyes closed. The comment about him being hot makes him fight to stifle a grin. His facial muscles twitch, but easily passed off as dreaming movement.The smell of coffee makes him take a deeper breath; he loves the smell of coffee. However, when he senses Reggie coming into the living room, he still keeps his eyes closed. When he can feel the continued staring, he sighs. "Staring is rude, you know."
 
Reggie jumped when the vampire woke up. "Shit!" Reggie shrieked, eyeing the vampire. "Well, normally you wouldn't find a vampire sleeping on your couch, but here we are. Besides I was curious." Reggie groaned a little. "But good morning. If you want coffee, there is a pot. But I don't know how you vampires work." Reggie made it sound like they were foreign objects, but the male couldn't help himself. And Reggie had all of the questions. "I don't know if you have any special plans today, but like I said you can stay here and feed off of me until you figure yourself out." Reggie didn't mind the company but it would satisfy his kink fix as well so it was a win win.

"But I do hope your sleep was okay. I think I have a spare room I can set up for you, but I don't think they have coffins anywhere to buy." Reggie sipped his coffee as the ginger ruffled his own hair. "I do apologize for staring at you though since that isn't right." However, Reggie was wondering how long the other was fake sleeping and did he hear his comment from earlier? That made Reggie blush a little.
 
Shawn blinks his red eyes open, then pushes himself upright and stretches his arms above his head. This makes the hem of his layered tanks lift slightly, showing a couple inches of his skinny midriff. Coffee sounds like a good idea. Then he snorts at the coffin comment. "Throw out everything you know about vampires. It's all false superstitions and stereotypes. If you have questions, just ask them. Vampires aren't as secretive as people think, we're just careful. There's Hunters, same as there's vampires."

Shawn rises to his feet, heading to the kitchen. As he passes Reggie, he trails his fingers along the man's arm, seeing his blush. "You're hot too, by the way. But not all vampires are." He smirks, then moves into the kitchen, hunting down the biggest mug he can find and filling it with black coffee. "How's your cock?"
 
Reggie felt like getting a coffin and locking the vampire's ass in it. "Can you eat normal food and drink other things to satisfy yourself or is it just blood?" Reggie was straight with the questions, being a curious himself. Vampires were a taboo conversation, with everyone having their own theories. Might at well go for the source, right? At the mention of hunters, Reggie wondered if he would ever have to face one. He hoped he didn't since he barely escaped alive by the vampire just the other night. Hunters probably had weapons. The ginger did have a pistol and a shot gun hidden around his house if he have to shoot.

Reggie tensed as he felt the others fingers trail along his arm and his eyes moved to Shawn, hearing the others comment from earlier and glared at him. "Cheeky asshole." Reggie did see the vampire grab the biggest coffee cup which was a black and blue ombre dyed mug. He hoped the other would drink that mug. At the mention of his cock, the male groaned. "It hurts but I pay the price for it"
 
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