#i feel like andrew would be the strongest vampire no one wants to mess with

[andreilscat]

Andrew is a vampire who only drinks Neil's blood

'What's wrong, Drew?'

Even without hearing an answer, Neil could tell that Andrew was not doing okay.

'Is it time?' Neil continued, not taking his eyes off Andrew, patiently waiting for a reaction. And soon enough, there it was.

Andrew's fingers twitched, dropping the book he had been reading for the past hour. His eyes turned red, for only a second, but enough for Neil to get his answer.

He came close to Andrew, who was sitting on the floor, supposedly determined to ignore Neil for as long as possible, keeping a bored expression on his face.

'You have to, Drew.' Neil said, as he sat right in front of him, leaning in so that their faces were mere centimeters apart.

He knew how hard it was for him, not wanting to feed on the human blood. He would go on for days without it, no matter how tormenting it was for him.

'Drew.' Neil whispered, once again, and this time Andrew was on the move, he reached for Neil's hand but froze in place the second 'No' left Neil's mouth.

He started to move away but was stopped by Neil who was now crawling onto his lap, exposing his neck to him.

'Do it properly.' Neil murmured, letting his eyes fall shut.

Andrew dropped a small kiss on Neil's neck before sinking his teeth deep into it.

A sigh left Neil's lips, his fingers trailing to rest on Andrew's back. Until, eventually, they found their way into Andrew's hair and started pulling on the soft, blond strands.

Andrew was desperate, holding onto the front of Neil's shirt tightly with one hand, as his other one held Neil's jaw in place, keeping his head turned. He continued to drink, and the pain started to subside.

From time to time he would stop to give Neil's neck a long, slow lick, ghosting a kiss over the bruised skin here and there.

His head was spinning when he finally pulled away to look up at Neil's glistering eyes.

Neil bit down on his lip harshly, until he could feel blood dripping down his neck. Andrew followed each drop with hungry eyes before Neil leaned in, capturing his lips in a slow kiss.

This time Andrew's hands found their place on Neil's waist, squeezing his sides as he pulled him even closer. Small gasps leaving their mouths as the kiss became harsher, all teeth, blood, and bruised lips.

When they pulled away, they were both covered in red, their heavy breaths filling the room. Neil closed his eyes as he brought their foreheads together, wrapping his arms tightly around Andrew.

''That was amazing.'' Neil mumbled, planting his chin on top of Andrew's head.

Andrew let out a sound of disapproval, which did not fool Neil for a second, given that he was already nuzzling his face into Neil's neck.

''Shut the fuck up, Neil. Go to sleep.''