#me when i finish this at 5 am lololll

[thedo0zyslider]

Show Your Fangs - 2k Words

Fwhip just so happens to be a vampire, a vampire with quite the big problem, even if he doesn't think it's that big of a deal in the end. Fortunately, or unfortunately, help comes from a rather unlikely (and perhaps a slightly unwanted but also not really unwanted) place...

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Fwhip starts a day like any good day should start, teasing and terrorizing his (least) favorite fish man.

He has shown up to place TNT at Jimmy’s base many of times, so much so that it’s practically a weekly occurrence at this point. He shows up, he places the explosives, teases the cod about exploding them and anything else that comes to mind, and weasels his way away before he does any serious, war escalating damage.

It’s fun, for him anyways, and when he arrives in the Codlands that day to do all of the very things listed above, it is supposed to go exactly as expected.

That is until he collapses, right in the middle of teasing jimmy. The Count doesn’t pass out, not really, just sort of falls to the ground like his limbs had given up on him randomly as the world turns black for the smallest of seconds. Which they had done, but at least it's not random to him, at least he can guess at the reason why. It is probably entirely random to Jimmy though.

The cod, effortlessly and frustratingly kind, lets out a sound of alarm, and rushes to help the Count back to his feet. Which is how he ends up leaning against Jimmy, which Fwhip hates, for the record, and being led back into his tiny shack of a house. Something so small it barely qualifies for a house, but looks much bigger on the inside. Like way too big.

He is set down on Jimmy’s couch, and hates the way his body sags in relief as he is. Jimmy, who has suddenly become a vigilant mother hen, notices, and a trace of what is absolutely genuine concern flashes in his gaze.

“You okay dude?” Jimmy asks, raising a curious eyebrow at him.

“Yeah I just….have like a deficiency or something.” Fwhip lies, tries to pass it off best he can, and knows whatever he says isn’t going to work.

“Really?” The blonde says, pretty, cow like brown eyes now narrowed. “A deficiency or something? A deficiency in what? ’ It is that that Fwhip cannot come up with a good excuse for, and Jimmy starts demanding to know why the nuisance in front of him almost passed out in the middle of his empire.

Fwhip sighs, and starts this discussion the best he can. “Ya know how I;m kinda a vampire right?” He asks, now being the one to raise a brow at the Codfather.

“Yes..” Jimmy’s reply is uncertain, and he shuffles his weight a bit, like he’d almost forgotten the fact. Though Fwhip could hardly blame him, he himself didn’t even like bringing it up much. Or thinking about it for that matter.

“Well I usually get the blood I need from Sausage’s sheep, since he always has dozens of ‘em. But i er, haven;t had a chance to do that recently…” Fwhip explains, sounding a bit sheepish. Mostly because it was stupid and something he could’ve, and should’ve, taken care of days ago. But even the Grimlands glorious Count has his stupid moments.

“You forgot and now you’re starving, is that what you’re telling me?” Jimmy deadpans, the most unimpressed look the Count has ever seen on anyone plastered across his face.

The Count goes to resume speaking, already trying to worm his way out of this weird little predicament his stupid need to feed had landed him in. Unfortunately, Jimmy does not allow that to get very far. “Yeah, yeah basically.” “I’ll just, go home now, eat when I get there-”

“You could feed off me.”

“ What. ” Fwhip blinks a few times, maybe even pinches himself to make sure he’s not dreaming, and that the idiot in front of him actually just said that.

“I said you could feed off me.” Jimmy repeats, tone flat and serious. Fwhip can barely believe his ears a second time.

“No I can’t, I can’t do that! ” The Count yelps out a protest. It wounds fun, enjoyable even to drink a human’s (well, a humanoid’s ,) blood. It also makes part of him squirm with some deep seeded discomfort he does not want to deal with at the moment.

“Why?” Jimmy asks, and the question is powerful. It is also a question Fwhip does not have an answer to, so he says nothing. And his responding silence is absolutely damning.

“Well, there you go,” Jimmy begins. Unbeknownst to him, blue eyes are already being flicked dangerously downwards towards his very vulnerable throat. “You can just feed on me and get it over with-!”

His sentence is cut off by a loud yelp and Fwhip moving at what seems to be lightning speed. Before either of them even knows what happened he’s stood from the couch, and has crossed the room in a heartbeat. The Count presses Jimmy to the wall, the vampire part of his brain having taken over for a moment. Jimmy’s breath seems to hitch, and Fwhip doesn;t catch it, but a pinkish hue starts to lightly dust his cheeks.

“Are you sure about this?” Fwhip asks, voice low. Jimmy stares back into his eyes, seemingly a little transfixed by the whole ordeal. Warm hands are gripping the cod’s waist, keeping him steadily against the wall. Both of them are breathing quite heavily, breaths mingling together at the proximity. Fwhip’s eyes cannot decide if they want to look at Jimmy’s eyes, his lips, or his very exposed and tempting neck.

"Yeah, yeah I'm sure." The blonde breaths quietly. And Fwhip doesn't waste a second moving his downwards. He lines his teeth up best he can, brushing them across soft skin. Jimmy squirms under him until he bites down, and Fwhip draws back as soon as he does, feeling the other tense before he can even let out any kind of pained noise.

"You didn't take any." Jimmy mumbles quite obviously, Fwhip moving so they can make eye contact again. If their faces had gotten a few inches closer, well that wasn't for anyone but them to know now was it.

"Sorry, I just....don't really wanna hurt you." He mutters, watching as the blonde slowly moves his head back to wher it used to be.

"Don't worry about it," The cod mutters, voice incredibly soft for a fleeting moment. Fwhip, who has been left with his face in front of Jimmy’s throat, but not doing much other than look at it, feel his own breath hitch. There's something fluttering in his stomach, something to investigate later.

“Let’s just get this over with.” Jimmy muttered, eyes flicking down ever so slightly. Even though the cod probably couldn’t tell, Fwip nodded anyway. Slowly and still very hesitantly, he angled his head once more, a bit down as gently as he could. Despite that, Jimmy still lets out a short hiss of pain, and his hands scramble to find purchase on something. The blonde managed to grab onto Fwhip’s shoulder, and dug in maybe a little too hard.

The Count doesn’t notice it much though, already beginning to lap up the blood for the rather shallow incision he’d made. He only backs off when Jimmy makes the smallest sound of pain, doing so instantly.

He pulls back, breath ghosting over the cod’s neck. That didn’t fill him up at all, the rather pitiful amount of blood having hardly made a dent in his hunger. Somehow, the blonde seemed to sense this, maybe by the very obvious way Fwhip still seemed to be laser focused on his neck and the small amounts of drying blood left on it.

“Wasn’t enough, was it?” Jimmy asks him through small pants.

Fwhip just shakes his head in response. “No..”

“Then bite me again.” The cod says. Fwhip, a little less hesitant, nods again. He reaches his head down once more, and sinks his teeth into Jimmy’s ever so delicate skin for technically the third time that night.

The blonde only lets out a small sound of pain that time, and Fwhip hopes he’s getting slightly used to the whole process; in case they ever need to do this again. Though the Count will avoid getting his hopes up for that. He decides to drink his fill this time, wanting to get the whole thing over with for good, which turns out to be a very good decision. Mostly because he gets properly fed, and the blonde below him starts letting out sounds that seem to be the very opposite of pain.

Jimmy lets out a pleased whimper, craning his neck back as Fwhip sucks more and more blood from it. The cod shivers under him everytime the vampire’s tongue runs along his skin, and once Fwhip has had his fill, and maybe slightly before it, he lets himself become carried away, and presses open mouthed kisses to Jimmy’s skin. He learns quickly, after some accidental trial and error, to avoid the codfolk’s gills when taking blood, but to go straight for them once the activity diverts into something else; the noises Jimmy makes when he does so are quite lovely on the ears.

The kisses trail upwards, slowly but surely, until they are being peppering along the Codfather’s jawline. He even goes to lift Jimmy off the ground, the cod’s legs wrapping around his hips for support. One hand tangled in Fwhip’s hair, eliciting a noise from the Count himself, and the other grabbed the back of his head and held it tightly. He moves the kiss further up still, until he is pressing them teasingly to the side of Jimmy’s mouth, and the cod gets impatient and connects their lips himself.

Fwhip hums into it, wasting no time slipping his tongue into the blonde’s mouth. It’s a messy kiss, a very intense one too, not that he minds in the slightest bit. Jimmy bites his lip at one point, the Count bites back and goes on to explore Jimmy’s mouth so more, memorizing the feel of it best he can, for he doubts he’s getting this chance ever again.

They pull away for a quick second, maybe even less than that, panting heavily, before Jimmy’s drawing Fwhip back in to kiss him stupid once more. He groans into this time, pushing the Codfather up against the wall until he physically can’t anymore. Jimmy bites at his lip again, and Fwhip feels himself melt. It’s nice to be bit for once he decides, as the one who’s usually doing all the biting.

The two of them move away one last time, both panting heavier than they had been before. Fwhip moves away, putting Jimmy back on the ground. The cod stumbles as soon as he’s on his feet again, and before long he’s leaning against Fwhip to stay upright. He’d taken too much blood, it seems, which wasn’t good per say.

He hurries over to the couch best he can, the blonde carefully clutched in his arms. He sets Jimmy down, laying his head against the back of the couch, before running to grab some stuff from the kitchen. He wasn’t sure what snacks Jimmy had in his kitchen, but he managed to grab something, along with preparing a glass of water. The Count thinks that’s what helps with blood loss, but he’s not too sure. Still, it’ll probably do more good than harm regardless.

“Here,” He says softly, having returned to the couch. “Take this.” He hands Jimmy the food he’d grabbed, a cookie, apparently, and placed the glass of water on the table. The Codfather did take what he was offered, though it took a second for him to do so.

A few minutes of silence stretched out between them, Fwhip awkwardly standing in his enemies living room all the while. Jimmy sat on the couch, quietly eating and taking a few sips of water in between. He watches as the blonde blinks a few times, ost likely clearing the spots from his vision.

“Thanks.” Jimmy mumbles, doing so around the last mouthful of cookie.

“No problem,” Fwhip responds, hands shoved in his pockets as casually as he can manage to make it appear. “Did that help any?”

“A bit, I probably need to lie down though.” The cod cracks a small smile, and Fwhip cannot tell if it forced or if it is genuine.

“Well, I’ll let you do that then.” He says it with a shrug, like each of them hadn’t just enthusiastically sucked face with a man they hated for a good five minutes, and starts heading towards the door. The thing that stops him, calls him back, the only thing that could, is Jimmy gently calling out his name; like it wasn’t meant to be heard in the first place.

“If you ever need this again, just come to me okay? “M happy to help.” Jimmy says, and maybe his tone is a little hopeful. Maybe he liked the blood sucking that much, which was entirely possible, for Fwhip didn’t know what this guy was into. The more likely option was probably that he wanted another excuse to make out again, and the Count couldn’t even fault him for that.

It was taking a lot of willpower to not kiss Jimmy goodbye, and the knowledge that the cod would welcome it was not helping his impulse control one single bit. It was doing the complete opposite of that, actually.

But Fwhip does not walk over and kiss Jimmy, no, all he does is look at him and gives the best smile he can muster. “Yeah,” He shrugs again, turning back towards the door ever so slightly. “I’ll let you know if I, ah…need this again.” As he says this Fwhip knows how easy it is for vampire to run back towards an easy source of human blood, and decides he’s not going to be like that. He’s not going to be easy, and certainly not for the dumb codboy of all people, even if he really, really wants to and it would solve like, half his personal problems to do so.

“Bye.” Jimmy calls out as Fwhip places his hand on the door knob.

The Count can’t bring himself to respond, not even with a simple goodbye, so he just wipes any stray blood from his lips, and opens the door to leave. He thinks he feels the sad gaze of Jimmy on his back as he leaves, door closing behind him, but even that can’t bring him back thai time. Some people would say he’s running away, and if Fwhip knows whatever that weird feeling he’s running from is, he's not going to acknowledge.

He’s just going to go home to forever wallow over blood and the kisses he will never allow himself to have again.