Word Count : 1430

Warnings : Persona Shipping Grumbo? Could be seen as platonic?? It's either Homo or Homie- I'll let you guys decide? There's some manhandling I guess- Cursing-

Hhhhh- this is what happens-

Hermits (Major) : Vampire!Grian, Mumbo Jumbo,

Hermits (Minor) : Iskall85 (literally gets mentioned once in the last sentence of the chapter)

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Me : Places a bucket down on table.
Me : Pulls out singular lime.
Me : This. . . Is a lime.
You : Dear g o d
Me : There's more.
You : N o
#Do you know the reference-

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Grian has always been good at keeping his blood bar filled so the need to suck blood from his fellow hermits remains at a minimum, but every so often he slips up.

Thankfully Mumbo is willing to give him a hand. Or neck.
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Grian had thought nothing of it really.

All the hermits knew he was a vampire, so it clearly hadn't bothered any of them, and it especially hadn't bothered his friend Mumbo, either.

But it just so happened that whenever Grian hung out with the local server spoon, he found himself slipping up like this.

And by slipping up- he meant forgetting to replenish his blood bar before he and Mumbo met up for a mining session to gather resources.

Grian held at his stomach as he felt the sting of hunger wash over him. He hunched over, having brace his other arm on the cave wall that was nearest to him.

Oh god, he was low on blood. And it'd be too long to even try to get back to the surface again to look for an animal or something to snack on.

Though the nearest living player was just a small stroll away.

He let out a strained breath of air before quickly drawing in another in a sharp inhale.

"Sh-Shit," He exclaimed.

Grian mentally cursed to himself for his stupidity. This is what he got for hanging out with Mumbo too much. He himself became a spoon as well.

"Grian? Are you okay dude?"

The shorter hermit felt his eyes constrict.

Well fuck.

Coming up behind him was Mumbo. He had a pickaxe in hand and some flint and steel in the other.

The black haired hermit's red eyes were aimed right at the shorter hermit. They were full of concern.

Grian clenched his free hand into a fist as it took all of his willpower to not let his animalistic instincts take over.

Biting the inside of his mouth, Grian quickly looked away from his fellow hermit. "I-I'm. . . Fine. For th-the most part."

Grian tensed when he felt a hand place itself on his shoulder. He hadn't even registered Mumbo walk up closer.

"Did you hurt yourself or something?" Mumbo questioned. His tone was laced with concern. "We can stop if you wish."

Grian crushed his already closed fist into a tighter one. He could feel his fingernails claw into the palm of his hand and draw black blood. "I-I- I need- blood."

The shorter hermit could practically feel Mumbo's startlement at that statement. "Blood?"

Grian felt his cheeks heat up. A wave of embarrassment washed over him. "Y-Yes. . . I forgot to-to make sure it w-as full before we left."

Mumbo stuttered for a second. "Damn it, I don't have any chicken eggs on me. Its also probably too far t-to get to the surface in time."

Grian dropped his pickaxe to the cave floor. He turned and pressed his back against the wall he had had his free arm resting against before slamming a fist into the wall furthest from Mumbo.

The block cracked at the assault.

He felt bad when he saw the taller flinch, but it was the only way he could assert more restraint. "D-Duh. . . " He hissed through clenched teeth.

He didn't exactly mean to be rude either, but starvation unfortunately brought the worst out of him.

Mumbo appeared to think for a moment before he stuttered out something. "Y-You can take a bite out of me."

Grian about lost to the invitation, but he continued to hold back. "A-Are you sure? I-I don't. . . Want to hurt you. . ."

Mumbo licked his lips before reaching up to place a hand on his red tie. "I feel like you'll hurt me more if I don't offer now."

Grian felt a pang of hurt hit him in the heart, but it was true.

"Y-You're one hundred percent su-"

"I insist."

Grian felt one of his eyes twitch. "Well if he insisted..."

Reaching out, Grian seized the taller hermit's arm and pulled the other closer. The lack of blood in his blood bar made him weaker, but he was still much stronger than his fellow hermit. 

Once Mumbo was close enough, Grian sidestepped the other and swapped places with him.

Now Mumbo was the one with his back against the cave wall with Grian standing in front of him with one hand planted firmly against his chest.

Firm to Mumbo, but not so much to Grian.

Mumbo winced when his back hit the wall and his pickaxe joined Grian's on the ground. "Ow, bit more gentle please."

Grian shakily drew in another breath of air. He turned his head down and shut his eyes tightly. He could feel his patience and his will slowly slipping, but he held on, just for Mumbo.

"So-Sorry. . . J-Just hurry up pl-please. . ."

Mumbo sucked in a deep breath of air before he undid the red tie around his neck and fully loosened the collar of his shirt.

"Okay," Mumbo exhaled, bringing both of his arms down again to his sides. "N-Now what?"

Grian twitched and raised his head. He locked eyes with Mumbo. "If it starts to hurt. . . Tell me to stop. . . Okay?"

Mumbo nodded.

With the confirmation that Mumbo understood, Grian reached up and grabbed an end of Mumbo's loosened collar and tugged down, bringing Mumbo's upper half lower.

"You're t-too damn tall..." Grian complained before resting his face in the crook of Mumbo's neck and opening his mouth.

Mumbo would have originally laughed at Grian being shorter than him, but at the moment he was just doing his best to relax.

Grian grazed over the taller hermit's neck for a moment before he found a spot that was particularly more fleshy than the rest.

That spot would ensure that he wouldn't hit the collar bone or any major blood vein.

Once he was set and sure, Grian beared his teeth and rested them on the skin before biting down to break it.

Mumbo flinched and instinctively tensed once again. He brought his arms back up and grabbed onto the blond hermit's shoulders for some kind of leverage to ground himself.

The bite that first broke the skin had hurt, which Mumbo had sort of expected. But the drain of blood from his head didn't, it just made him feel light headed.

Grian on the other hand was simply replenishing himself. His grip on Mumbo's shirt collar returned to full strength.

Mumbo's grip on Grian's shoulders how ever was starting to loosen.

Mumbo gasped out, reopening his eyes. "G-Gri... I-I..."

At the protest, Grian unhinged his jaw and carefully pulled his fangs out of Mumbo's neck.

Both participants gasped for air.

Once Grian recollected his thoughts, he immediately scanned over his fellow hermit.

His critical eye not missing how Mumbo's hands on his shoulders trembled, how his face had lost a significant amount of color or the small amounts of blood that persisted from the two puncture wounds.

Grian firmly grasped onto both of Mumbo's arms, keeping the taller hermit pressed against the cave wall. "Let's cut this session short, Mumbo. You need to rest right now.

MJ's unfocused red eyes stared off past Grian, but nevertheless he nodded. "O-Okay..."

Grian couldn't help his concern and embarrassment but he'd wallow in that later.

He reached up and brushed some strands of black hair out of Mumbo's face before he tugged the taller man out of the corner and picked him up bridal style.

The taller didn't even protest as he fell unconscious in the shorter hermit's arms.

Grian mentally made a note to apologize to Mumbo later.

But for now, getting them both out of the cave and back to safety would suffice.

Damn, he was never going to hear the end of it if Iskall found out.

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Fin