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It had been a month since Tony's disastrous initiation ritual, and he thought he was doing pretty well, considering he was on his own for the first time in his life and living with a vampire. Roddie was nothing like Tony had expected on so many levels. His apprehension and fear had faded away after a few days (sooner than it should have, probably) and he'd just been... incredibly, unbelievably sweet. He was unquestionably good, just a good person, and unlike anyone Tony had ever known. He'd been willing to explain the vampire information that Tony didn't know or had been lied to about. It had been very informative but had also had an unintended effect of making Tony feel a lot of affection for him; when Tony had questioned why Roddie didn't feed on humans when he could do it without harming them, Roddie had responded that it was "too intimate". Tony had laughed disbelievingly at the time, but afterwards he'd ended up dwelling on the embarrassed way Roddie had admitted that and wondering what it would feel like, having his neck sucked on, especially after Roddie had told him that his spit acted as a pain reliever and could even cause pleasure under the right circumstances.

Tony had been occupying himself with Roddie's laptop and television, avoiding the crushing guilt and devastation surrounding his arrival into Roddie's life. He was so focused on not thinking about anything too deeply that it didn't occur to him that Roddie might be having difficulty keeping himself nourished, at least not until Roddie went away one night and didn't come back.

Tony had tried to keep himself from panicking, assuming that he'd gone to take some blood from the cows he usually fed on, but when he didn't come back right away Tony opened the fridge and realized there wasn't any blood at all in them. So Tony did start to panic, because Roddie had gone to feed but hadn't returned, and didn't have any reserves, and it had never occurred to Tony to ask where he fed or even where he went when he left, so Tony had no option but to sit in the apartment and wait for him to come back. He didn't even know any of Roddie's friends he could call, not that he had a phone to call them on if he did have their numbers.

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Roddie takes hours still to make his way back to his apartment, and when he does finally open the door he stumbles inside, clutching at his wounded stomach. He blunders into the kitchen and pulls several paper towels off of the rack, and begins wiping the copious amouts of blood off of his face and body.

"Hey," he chokes out when he notices Tony sitting on the bed, "Sorry I was out so long, I didn't want to get on the train looking like...this, you know?"

The sight of Tony was quite a relief from the agony the night had brought him, and the realization of how comforting his presence is comes as something of a surprise to Roddie, considering how it was only weeks ago that Tony was the source of just about every stressor in his life. In his slight delerium, Roddie finds himself thinking appreciatively about how much he'd been enjoying Tony's company rather than about his injuries, and hardly notices himself slumping over onto the floor.

"Oh my God! Roddie!" Tony exclaims when he looks up and sees that somehow Roddie had entered the room silently, though Tony knew he'd been focused on the show he'd been watching. He springs up just in time to catch Roddie as he slumps into the floor, helping him back into his feet.

"Oh my God, what the fuck happened, oh God you're covered in blood," Tony immediately starts to panic, as he'd already been anxious for hours and hours, "What... what do I do? What do you need? Can you just, you know, lick yourself? --Oh God, sorry, please just... Tell me what to do." He struggles with keeping Roddie on his feet, unsure what to do with Roddie or himself.

Roddie leans heavily onto him, letting himself be held as the black haze over his vision fades and he begins to regain his bearings.

"It's all right, I'm okay," he assures Tony, blinking slowly, "My spit thing only works on non-vampires, remember? I'm fine, though, rapid healing and all that, it's just...a little slower, since I haven't been eating much."

He swallows, raising up his shirt to check his wounds and immediately lowering it with a grimace. It looked better than before from what he could tell, but not by much.

"So yeah," he goes on, "I went out to get food, and of course those killer vampires are still out there, because why would our cops bother helping out in a place like this where nothing's threatening the suburb vampires or the rich ass Count Draculas or whoever, and they're real territorial, and I got my ass kicked, the end."

Roddie heaves a sigh despite the fact that he doesn't actually need to breathe and shakes his head, staring over at the wall.

"I'm fucked," he groans, "I'm an idiot."

Tony goes white at Roddie's explanation and his injuries, trying to get over the sudden urge to throw up enough to help.

"They... They attacked you? And, Jesus, you don't have anything to eat? Isn't there something you can do? Some kind of... backup stash?" Tony says, swallowing, taking the paper towels from Roddie's hands and trying to blot at the blood stains on his shirt.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Tony asks, a moment before he realizes it was likely he wouldn't have been able to do anything about it anyways, "I mean... Maybe there's something I can do. Is there? Anything? Just... You saved my life, so, tell me and I'll do whatever you need."

Roddie closes his eyes and shakes his head, wincing a little when his stomach growls.

"No, no," he says, as his fangs begin to protrude involuntarily from the pain and hunger, "Just give me a while. It'll heal. I-I'm just so...hungry."

Tony's alarm grows when Roddie's fangs show themselves, something he hadn't done since the night Tony had been attacked.

"You..." Tony starts, and then stops when an idea occurs to him, and he pauses to choose his words carefully, "You'd... be able to heal better if you ate, right? You should just drink my blood," Tony says, too worried about Roddie bleeding to death to get embarrassed about the idea, "It's more nutritious too, and if you just... wait... And do nothing you'll probably just bleed out before you can heal!" Tony pauses, taking a few deep breaths and trying to keep himself from screeching too loudly.

"I don't mind, you can do it," he adds, his voice quieter now.

Roddie's eyes widen at the suggestion, and he starts to jerk upright only to be stopped by a jolt of pain from his wounded stomach.

"I-I can't do that!" he protests weakly, even though he could hardly keep from staring hungrily at Tony's neck, remembering how sweet his blood had tasted on the night he'd cleaned his wounds.

"That's...I...that's too much to ask of you, I can't," he groans, as what little blood he had left rushes to his cheeks as he blushes.

"Roddie," Tony groans, helping him over to a chair to sit down, "You're not asking me to. I'm offering. And I can't... I can't watch you hurting like this," Tony admits, emotion crawling through his walls and showing itself in his words. He couldn't help but feel responsible for Roddie's state, like he should have been able to prevent it. Maybe he could have if he'd been able to kill the vampires who'd attacked him first.

"Please, Roddie," he says, his voice colored with panic and emotion, "It's okay. You can do it." Inside, privately, he was really curious about what it felt like, whether or not it would hurt, but he couldn't begin to express that to Roddie, who barely even started trusting him.

Roddie sighs, touched and surprised by the emotion in Tony's voice, and as hard as he tried to refuse his offer he finds that he isn't in any state to resist the offer.

"God, okay, okay," he groans, as his fangs extend further and his gums are painfully split open with a sickening noise. Once his hunger gets the best of him, he wastes little time, grabbing Tony somewhat roughly by his middle and pulling him closer. After licking at his neck first to dull the initial pain, he carefully punctures the skin of his neck and seals his mouth around the wound.

The taste of his skin and the feeling of the blood running down his throat is so intensely relieving that Roddie's eyes all but roll back into his skull as he sucks at the spot, and his grip around Tony's middle tightens slightly as he drinks. It takes him a moment to remember to be careful not to overfeed, and when he does he removes his mouth from the wound, licking the blood that spilled from the bite marks rather than forcing it out faster than it could flow.

Tony breathes carefully through the initial pain, taking care not to make any noise of pain that might make Roddie change his mind. At first it just hurts, not in an unbearable way but in a vaguely uncomfortable way, and Tony was a little disappointed, honestly. But then Roddie's grip tightens on him and he sucks hard at Tony's neck, and he feels a wave of pleasant dizziness wash over him. His hands settle on Roddie's shoulders, relaxing into his grip and going boneless against him, feeling like Roddie's sucking all his anxiety and fear out through the hole in his neck.

After Roddie stops suck so hard the dizziness isn't as intense, but he still feels steadily more good and floaty, like there's nothing in the world that could bother him. He's still careful to stay quiet, but as Roddie feeds the good dizzy feeling takes him over, so it doesn't even occur to him to stifle himself when one of Roddie's licks makes him shiver and moan softly.

"That's..." he starts to say, but almost immediately forgets what he was going to say, trailing off into a pleased sigh.

Roddie is too focused on feeding to have the sense about him to get flustered about the sounds that were coming out of Tony's mouth, and simply relaxes and enjoys the sensation. He pulls him closer still, until he's nearly in his lap, and sucks at his neck in a slow, gentle rhythm, unthinkingly rubbing his hands up and down Tony's back and closing his eyes.

He opens them when he's had his feel, leaning back dizzily and scrubbing his face with his hand. He no longer felt pain from his wounds, and the more minor bites on his arms had already faded completely. He looks up at Tony, who was still conscious, and gives his neck wound a final lick that ended up being something more like a kiss, and watches as it heals itself shut.

"You okay?" he asks, his voice croaking slightly.

Tony makes a low noise when Roddie moves away, his hands gripping at Roddie's shoulders again, like he was trying to pull him back in but he didn't have the sense to actually pull.

"I'm good," he says, his voice hoarse and his tongue slow, and he leans back enough to give Roddie a slow-blinking smile, "I'm really good. You don't have to stop. It's... good." He sways into Roddie, nudging himself the rest of the way into Roddie's lap, his arms coming up around Roddie's shoulders in an unmistakably affectionate gesture.

Roddie blinks in surprise, and feels himself blushing as he slowly realizes the position they're in. He doesn't push Tony off of his lap, not wanting to be rude or blunt, but also not quite wanting to be anywhere else. Instead, he swallows thickly, looking up at him with somewhat hazy eyes.

"I-I don't think that'd be a good idea," he mumbles, with a soft laugh, "You, uh...you seem pretty out of it. You ought to rest and get something to eat, if you go lie down I'll get you something. Can you walk, or do you want me to carry you, or, uhh...wow, you're, uh...very touchy."

He hadn't ever fed off of a human before, and he wasn't sure how much of Tony's...odd behavior was due to the sedatives and hormones released during feeding, and how much of it was...something else, perhaps the tension that had been building between them over the last month that Roddie had done his best to ignore.

Tony made a sound that was half-whine, just barely understanding that the sounds Roddie was making were words.

"Don't move," he protests, leaning his head on Roddie's shoulder as his hands rub up and down his arms and sides, "This is fine." He feels nicely tingly all over, more relaxed than he can ever remember being, and Roddie's just... so nice.

"You're so good," he says, because it doesn't occur to him not to, "You're just... so, so good." He rolls his head on Roddie's shoulder so his mouth is pressed against the side of Roddie's neck, like he's going to return the favor. But then he lifts his head with great effort and mouths wetly at Roddie's cheek; it takes him a few tries to find his mouth.

"Mmph," Roddie huffs in surprise, but the feeding has dulled most of his senses, and he finds himself returning the kiss without a second thought. His hands hover awkwardly over Tony's sides and finally come to rest around his middle, but they only linger there a moment before Roddie breaks away, alarmed at himself and how badly he had wanted to do that.

"No, no, y-you're out of your mind right now," he laughs stiffly, before easing Tony out of his lap onto the floor next to him, "Come lie down, buddy, you need some rest. I'll get you a sandwich and we won't do anything you'll regret when you're not so dizzy."

Roddie picks him up easily; he was built like a walking stick, and it would have been a simple feat even without Roddie's enhanced vampiric strength. After carrying him carefully over to the bed and setting him down gently, he goes about removing his own bloody clothes before setting to work at making him a sandwich in the kitchen, which he brings to the bed and sets down on Tony's chest on a plate.

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Tony makes vague protesting noises when Roddie pulls back from the kiss and hoists him up, but he's too boneless and relaxed to do anything but groan about it.

He eats the sandwich when Roddie puts it in front of him, and then lies down with the intention of moving closer to Roddie, but falls asleep before he can manage it.

An hour or so later he wakes up with a vague good feeling, like he'd had a very pleasant dream, and stretches languidly, moaning as he does. It's not until he opens his eyes and sees Roddie sitting nearby that everything rushes back.

"Oh my God," he says, his eyes wide and his cheeks crimson, "Oh... shit, Roddie, Jesus, I'm... I'm so sorry I... Oh, God."

Roddie flusters immediately when Tony begins to stir, and straightens his clothes and hair before Tony notices him sitting beside the bed.

"Hey, no, it's all right," Roddie laughs, feeling his own face growing warm, "It's all right, I swear, it was probably my fault. I knew that feeding could be, uh, enjoyable for the person being fed on, I just...didn't think it would cause, uh, that. And um, just for, you know, full disclosure, I kissed you back, I dunno if you remember, but that's all that happened. So...I'm sorry."

He speaks rather quickly, as he'd spent the hours that Tony had spent asleep preparing and rehearsing what he was going to say to him when he woke up, and his stomach churns at the end of his spiel as he finally looks up to make eye contact with Tony. He hoped deeply that Tony didn't completely regret what they'd done, but he was readying himself to hear that it had been a mistake.

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"You kissed back?" Tony repeats, shocked, "Why?"

He realizes after a moment how ridiculous a question that is and groans, covering his face.

"It's not... It wasn't... All the, you know, bloodsucking. I mean, I... wanted to do that. Before," Tony says into his hands, unable to meet Roddie's gaze, "But you're, just, I'm a failed vampire hunter and you're just... Too nice to me, and you shouldn't want to kiss me back because I'm not... worth it."

Tony sighs, feeling just dizzy and weak enough to want to say this but not so dizzy he's going to throw himself at Roddie again.

"You just... don't know me well enough."

Roddie looks at him, surprised, and after a short moment of hesitation he slides in closer to him.

"What's there to know that's so horrible?" he half laughs, hugging his knees to his chest, "You're...a sweet person, you have a good heart, you're fun to be around, and, you know, I think you've had plenty of opportunity to do bad shit to me if you were going to, so...I-I dunno, I can't see any reason why I shouldn't trust you really."

He blushes again, looking at his shoes and swallowing hard.

Tony's expression is somewhere between disgust and disbelief as Roddie talks, and feels himself bending towards Roddie even as he tries to fight against it.

"Not killing you or turning you in to my family of ruthless murderers is a pretty low bar, Roddie," he says, laughing a little and then leaning forward to press his forehead against Roddie's arm.

"You deserve better than me," he says quietly, his voice muffled against Roddie's arm.

Roddie laughs quietly as he leans forward, kissing him lightly on the top of his head and puts his face in his hair.

"I just said a ton of other thing I like about you," Roddie groans into his hair, before tilting Tony's chin up to look at his face, "Why is that the only thing you took away from everything I just said? I like you, I like everything about you, not just the fact that you haven't killed me yet."

Tony makes a face at Roddie's relentless affection, his cheeks flushing and betraying his unhappy expression.

"I don't... Really know how to deal with the rest," he admits quietly, meeting Roddie's eyes for a moment before he looks away again, "Nobody's ever... said anything like that to me before." His voice deepens with emotion, his hand landing on Roddie's leg and curling tightly into the fabric of his pants. It wasn't as if he'd never had a boyfriend before either, which made his admission even sadder.

He was still wrapping his head around how little his family had cared for him in the end, how sure he'd been that they'd kill him without a thought if he returned empty handed.

Tony clears his throat, attempting to remove the heavy emotion from the conversation.

Roddie frowns in sympathy, and takes into his own hands the hand with which Tony was gripping his knee.

"Well...that sucks," Roddie says, with a breathy laugh, embarrassed that he couldn't come up with something more eloquent, "Cause you...deserve to be told that all the time. All the time. You've been around some shit people, is all. Any of them would have been lucky to have you get drunk and make out with them, too."

He says the last sentence with a slight laugh and a small, dimpled smile, and gives Tony's hand a shy squeeze.

Tony laughs breathlessly, not quite able to believe Roddie's reaction.

"I don't think that's true," Tony says, but he's smiling softly and warmly, "But maybe just because... I don't think there's anyone else I'd... Let drink my blood and then make out with." Tony laughs again, embarrassed, squeezing Roddie's hand.

Roddie giggles stupidly and reaches back to rub the back of his neck.

"Well, uh...I don't think we should do the blood drinking thing again so soon," he laughs, scratching at the side of his nose, "But, uh...we can do the making out thing...you know, whenever you feel up to it."

Tony's eyebrows go up and he smiles slowly at Roddie, flushing as he does.

"Yeah, um, that... Making out sounds good," he says, laughing awkwardly. He considers telling Roddie about how much he liked the whole blood-sucking thing, but figures that's too much when they haven't even gone on a date.

"Making out sounds... Really good, actually," he says, his voice getting quieter and his eyelids lowering as he looked at Roddie's mouth and licked his lips. He nudged a little closer, leaning close to kiss the side of Roddie's face and then tilt his head to kiss his mouth.

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