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WIP Wednesday (4/17) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 111)

“I will figure something out,” Andrew says, waving his hand. “I figured out what to do with you, remember?”

“Yeah, you told me. That’s what I’m afraid of. I mean, we don’t know Neil,” Kevin says with a look on his face that makes Andrew laugh. ‘WE?’ Andrew wants to ask incredulously, but he supposes Kevin is part of his family now. So he refrains. 

“I had only known you a handful of days before we made our deal,” Andrew reminds him. Eight days, to be precise. Eight days for a starving man to avoid a buffet. Pretty admirable, Andrew believes. It took a great deal of restraint on his part. And a great deal of help from Nicky and Aaron.

“Because you read my mind. You knew I didn’t have anywhere else to go and that I wouldn’t go blabbing your secret to everyone who would listen. Neil’s mind is off limits. We don’t know what he’d do if he found out and I can’t fucking lose you over him!” Kevin says, raising his voice and keeping his eyes locked on Andrew’s face.

When he realizes what he’s said, Kevin swallows and looks away— feeling foolish for his outburst. Andrew is almost touched by this fit of misplaced jealousy. Kevin putting all his cards on the table, even when none of them match? It’s… endearing. Almost.

“You’re not going to lose me, you idiot. If worse comes to worse, I’ll just eat him,” Andrew says, giving a fangy grin at the idea. Yes, he’s so close. Killing him would solve our problem, wouldn’t it?

“No.” Kevin shakes his head. Andrew briefly worries he’d said that last part aloud, but Kevin continues, “We can’t lose Neil either. He’s the only half-decent striker who’d sign with this disaster of a team.”

“Fine,” Andrew shrugs. “Then I’ll just get over it.”

“How?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll try exposure therapy.”

“What are you saying?” Kevin tilts his head to the side and Andrew’s eyes latch onto his carotid. What he’d give to latch his mouth to that spot…

“I’m saying,” Andrew begins, swallowing the desire to attack his… best friend. “I’ll come to the court with you and Neil. I know you’re planning to drag him there every day, by the ankles if necessary. That includes today. So… I will go with you.”

Kevin’s heart thuds. “Will you play?”

“Don’t ask me stupid questions,” Andrew scoffs. “I will come and sit in the stands and watch you yell at him. If I spend enough time around Neil and his stupid fucking blood, he’ll stop smelling so good.”

‘That didn’t work with me…’

“It did. To an extent.”

Kevin still doesn’t look convinced of this plan. “And what if seeing him run around the court possesses you into chasing him like in Millport?”

Andrew feels his mouth stretch into a smile as he imagines it. “Then I hope he’s fast.”