Made by: musical_writer

It's never been this bad before. There's always the blood craving that the tablets don't always satisfy. There's always the need for fresh, human blood. There's always that panging in his chest that makes him feel guilty for even thinking of hurting someone. But there's also the pang that tells him it's survival and that he needs to go out there and sink his fangs into the tastiest human.

Tyler can usually deal with it, but not tonight. His eyes glow red in the darkness as he stares at his friend's sleeping form. The Brit was visiting for a week, so Tyler stocked up on blood tablets and even kept a few bags of animal blood in the small refrigerator in his room for emergencies.

Even if he had to turn to animal blood, he would not risk hurting Mini.

But it seemed like nothing could keep the cravings at bay. Tyler should have known this would happen and make up an excuse as to why Mini couldn't come. After all, Tyler's fancied the Brit for a while. He's always imagined sinking his teeth into the soft-looking, pale neck of his...

Tyler hadn't noticed he was moving closer. He's now leaning over Mini. The fellow gamers lies so vulnerably; head tilted to expose his neck, as if he wants Tyler to bite him. He licks his lips, eyes glowing again as he leans closer.

...

A breeze wakes Mini. He groans and forces his eyes open, looking to see if he left the window open. To his surprise, it's open. He doesn't remember leaving it open, and it's not even windy out there. What was the breeze? Has someone come in? Mini shakes off the thought, getting out of bed lazily to shut the window. Clamping it shut, he returns to his bed and falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.

Once again, Mini wakes to the cold air. The window is open again, he discovers as soon as he opens his eyes. He sits straight up, suddenly wide awake and alert. He freezes at the site of a tall shadow leaning against the closed door. Squinting his eyes, he turns the light on.

"Tyler!" Mini exclaims, jumping out of bed.

The tall male is clutching his side, a pained expression on his face as he gasp for air. Mini doesn't question it, not yet anyways. When Tyler's okay, then he'll ask.

Mini rests his shaking hands on Tyler's shoulder, planning to lead him to the bed, but the male shoves him away, getting blood on his Mickey Mouse shirt. Mini's hands start to shake more, panic rising. It's taking everything he has not to break down at the sight of Tyler, to remain calm.

"Tyler," Mini says quietly, reaching out slowly. "Let me help you."

Tyler looks up, eyes changing from pain to bloodlust and hunger. Mini steps away, but the male is too quick. He grabs Mini's arms, and shoves him against the door, grip painfully tight. The Brit yelps as Tyler shoves him with inhuman strength, cringing as he back hits the surface painfully and Tyler's nails dig into his skin.

"I need your blood," Tyler rasps in Mini's ear. The Brit shudders, trying to struggle. Tyler pulls away to look at Mini.

His eyes are blood red now and Mini can clearly see two shining fangs.

"No, you-you aren't thinking straight," Mini says. "I'm not thinking straight. Let's at least clean the blood, Tyler-" the male leans closer to his neck and Mini's struggles become more energetic- "Tyler! Stop! Please!" His voice breaks and his eyes start to burn with tears. He doesn't like this new discovery of his friend and he certainly doesn't want to be bitten. He's never bothered with vampire lore but what if it turns him into one?

He pauses, inches from his friend's neck. The pain of his wound hits him again and his grip on the Brit loosens enough for Mini to escape. The smaller male supports Tyler as they make their way to the bathroom. With a light blush on his face, he pulls Tyler's shirt off and does his best to clean all the blood away.

"What happened?" he asks, voice hoarse, once Tyler's all cleaned and bandaged. Mini didn't go to med school, but Youtube tutorials do wonders. Tyler and Mini lay in the elder's bed, Tyler on Mini's chest as the Brit plays with his hair.

Tyler tilts his head up to see the other. "I attacked the wrong person," he answers. His eyes are cloudy and his voice is empty. He's lost a lot of blood; he's not sharp right now.

The bigger male rolls over, barely supporting himself above Mini. Nervously, he looks up at Tyler, afraid he might try to bite him again. He reaches his hands up to push Tyler away, bu the man grabs them and shoves them onto the mattress above his head with his large hand. Testing by pulling and struggling, he discovers it is a steel grip and he won't get free.

"The tablets aren't working," Tyler murmurs, eyes clouded over with hunger as he leans it close. Mini struggles in vain, small voice begging Tyler not to bite him. Tyler holds him in place effortlessly, soft lips pressing against his neck. With one hand he holds Mini's and with the other he forces his head to the side to give him easier access to his neck.

"Tyler, please!" Mini begs, voice a choked sob. Tyler's tongue flicks against his neck, sending a shudder down his spine. "Oh, god, Tyler please don't!"

"I've lost too much blood," Tyler whispers against his neck. "I won't recover without some of yours."

"That's bullshit, Tyler," Mini snaps, wincing as said male tugs harshly on his light hair. "If you lost so much blood you'd be passed out right now."

Tyler chuckles against his throat. "I guess," he says. "Maybe I just want to mark you. I promise it won't hurt. You won't even turn, not unless a pureblood bites you."

The knowledge he won't turn relaxed him a bit, but he doesn't want Tyler's fangs in his neck. He's fantasized about Tyler quite a few times (who hasn't?), but this is not among the list of fantasies. Getting bitten and having his blood sucked isn't on his kinks list either.

"Please don't do this," he whispers. Tyler smiles against his neck before biting down.

Sharp pain blossoms in his neck and Mini lets out a quiet yelp. It hurts a lot, so much for Tyler's bull promise. It feels like someone biting a fresh hickey, maybe a bit more painful. The pain fades to a dull throb as he feels his body getting weak. He's fully aware of his blood being sucked from his neck, Tyler lapping at the big amount of blood like a dog.

Tyler only lets go of him when he's too weak to even lift his arms. Vision even more blurry than usual with black lining the edges, Tyler pulls his mouth away, satisfied with the tasty blood. Seeing Mini look at him gives him a twisted form of satisfaction. The Brit looks at Tyler like he's betrayed him somehow. The trust between them is dead now, but that won't matter. Tyler just need to take his blood a few more times before Mini gets addicted and will do whatever he wants

"I love you, Craig," Tyler whispers as the Brit's eyes close. He hugs the male close to himself under the blankets, letting his eyes close too.

~

Craig wakes, the pain in his neck throbbing. His vision wavers and he shuts his eyes as a headache forms. He feels Tyler's arm around his waist loosely. Holding a hand to his neck, he slips from Tyler's arms and, using the wall as support, makes his way to the guest room. Grabbing his glasses, he goes into the bathroom to closely examine the bite.

Two perfect holes, scabbed over. There's no dried blood; Tyler must've licked it all. Mini cringes at the memory.

Somehow it felt good. Not pleasurable, that would make him a masochist, but he liked the feeling. It was sensational, bliss might be a better word. He wasn't pleasured, he was in a bliss. What he imagined a drug to feel like. As much as the feeling disgusts him, he wants Tyler to bite him again.

He makes his way back to the room to see Tyler sat up in his bed playing on his phone. The bandage from last night has been tossed onto the floor, bloody. However, Tyler has no wound on his stomach where he was bleeding last night. No sign of any injury.

"Mini," Tyler greets. "How'd you sleep?"

"What did you do to me?" Mini asks shakily, voice scratchy. His hand still covers the puncture wounds.

"What do you mean?" Tyler asks, eyes flicking up to him.

"I-you bit-I feel-" Mini stumbles to find the right words. "You bit me."

"And?"

"Why do I want you to do it again?"

Tyler finally puts his phone down, standing and walking over to Mini. The Brit instinctively backs away from him.

"You know absolutely nothing about vampires, do you Mini?" Tyler says, looking down on him. Mini shakes his head. "A vampire bites someone. Usually, they die because the vampire sucks them dry. I love you too much to kill you, so I only took some of your blood." He grabs Mini's hand and starts downstairs. "Either way, a drug is released into your bloodstream. It makes you want more. I'm addicted to your blood and you're addicted to the feeling." He says it casually, like they're talking about the weather. "Eventually you won't be able to live without the drug in my saliva and you'll die."

"Unless you bite me regularly," Mini says.

Tyler nods.

"Why did you do this to me?" Mini asks, voice breaking. "This means I'll have to move."

"Who said I'm going to keep taking your blood?"

Mini pulls his hand from Tyler's loose grip. Hot tears run down his face, his arms are wrapped around himself, he looks pathetic. Helpless. The thought of dying is too much for someone like him to handle.

"You said you were addicted to my blood."

"I was using it as an example."

"That means I'm not addicted to whatever drug you inject into me when you bit me," Mini says.

"Not yet."

"Not ever," Mini says, starting to go back upstairs. "I'm leaving early before you can get me addicted."

When he gets into his room, Tyler's there already. Mini jumps. How did he-no, he's not going to question it.

"You aren't leaving."

"Yes, I am, Tyler," Mini argues. "You can't keep me here, people will notice my disappearance. And the others know I'm at your house, if I don't come back they'll know it was because of you."

Tyler shrugs at the empty indirect threat. "I'll tell 'em we started dating," he says. "You make videos on my computer, you still have your phone for Twitter and shit like that."

Mini sinks to the floor, burying his face in his arms. This isn't happening. Tyler is not a vampire, he is not threatening him, he is not going to force him to stay in Indiana. It's a dream. So wacked dream he's having because he probably got drunk before he went to sleep.

But it felt so real.

Tyler picks him up and places him on the bed. "Get some more sleep," he says. "I'll make you breakfast."

Mini only nods as he closes his eyes, wishing it all away