#badbitesau

It is shortly after 5am and Tango is trying his hardest not to fall asleep in his armchair, Jimmy cuddled up to his side, excitedly talking about a detail in a movie that has been playing for the past hour. Sometimes their schedules can be a little… challenging but Tango can sleep in tomorrow so staying up like this is a night well spent.

He is about to doze off, head lolled against the tall shoulder next to him, when suddenly Jimmy’s ringtone makes him jump out of the sleepy haze.

With an apologetic look and a quick kiss to Tango’s head, Jimmy picks it up, his voice at least a little hushed.

“Joel? What’s up man?” Tango can only hear one side of the conversation, trying to piece everything together with the bits of information he can gather and the expressions Jimmy makes. He’s biting his lip now, nervously fidgeting with the fabric of Tango’s shirt.

“Oh. Where are you?” Tango tilts his head, squinting slightly as if that would help him hear what Joel apparently has to say on the other side.

Jimmy’s tone gets a bit whiny now, “Can’t you ask Grian?” Followed by a sigh. His eyes dart to the window, the blinds drawn, then to the clock, 5:38am.

“Fiiiine. But you owe me one. I’ll ask him.” There are weird kissy noises, loud enough so even Tango can hear them, that have Jimmy making a face on the other side.

Covering the speaker halfheartedly, Jimmy turns to him and Tango’s expression already turns soft, knowing he’ll cave no matter what Jimmy is going to ask. 

“Joel’s car broke down on his way back from the city. He probably wouldn’t make it back for a few hours.” Tango’s brain is immediately processing the words, realizing the implication. 

With his hands on his thighs, Tango already makes a motion to get up and Jimmy lets him go with ease. “It’s fine, little late night drive, hm?” He rolls his shoulders for a moment, stiff from the way he was slumped for the past hours.

Jimmy hums in agreement and already steps towards the door, but Tango catches his arm. “You’re staying here. I don’t need two vampires burning up in my car.”

There’s a pout on Jimmy’s face, the one that Tango is always struggling to resist, but this time the vampire gives in. “Don’t let Joel be mean to you.” He gives Tango a kiss, before slumping back onto the couch.

As Tango grabs his car keys and his wallet, stuffing them in his pocket, he calls out with all the fondness, “And you tell me how the movie ended once I get back.”

With that he’s out of the door, phone chiming with the location where Joel must be waiting.

The roads are empty and Tango drives a little bit faster than he should, especially considering the glass of wine he had earlier. But anything would be better than having to explain to Jimmy that his friend burned to a crisp because Tango was pausing at every stop sign at every crossroad for pedestrians that aren’t there at 6am.

He hears Joel before he spots the black muscle car on a small, empty road in the middle of nowhere between fields and a small forest. The music is blaring through the quiet of the night and Tango tenses just a bit behind the wheel before parking and getting out of the car.

Joel sits in the passenger seat, feet up on the dashboard, arms crossed but he jumps slightly when Tango knocks on the window, much to his amusement.

“Falling asleep at the wheel?” He jokes and from this angle he can see Joel roll his red eyes, despite the sunglasses that he’s wearing.

“Took you long enough.” Joel stretches his arms above his head, taking a quick look outside the window shield, clearly getting a bit antsy. “Towtruck should be here in a few too.”

Just to be safe and to avoid any early morning sunrays getting to him, Joel waits in Tango’s car while Tango talks to the driver, paying him as quickly as possible, before sliding into the driver's seat again. 

For a moment they are both silent, Tango already heading towards the city, instead of back to the village. “There’s a hotel nearby, sun is nearly up. I don’t think we should risk going back.”

Joel clearly wants to protest, but instead crosses his arms again, still huffy that Tango wouldn’t let him drive.

After an uncomfortable 15 minutes, they arrive at the hotel but that term might even be stretching it. Still, this rundown place was the closest around so Tango pays for a room for the day.

The room looks like it was furnished by one of the senior citizens of the town, just with a lot less love and care for it, the wallpapers bleached from the weather, the windows stained with dust. “Hey, at least it’s clean,” Tango tries to play it off, already moving the shut any light from the outside out.

Behind him Joel flops onto the bed, groaning. “This trip was a bust. Didn’t even get to find any food.” He grumbles for a moment, “You know, Jimmy has been on our asses about taking from your village.”

This makes Tango stop. He had asked Jimmy and there were no cases of missing or injured people despite three vampires staying there for months now so it makes sense but to hear someone like Joel actually say it out loud feels different.

Unsure what to say, Tango just gives him an earnest, “Thank you for that.”

Joel shrugs and while Tango knows he doesn’t need to do this, or that he owes anyone this, Jimmy often makes sure to tell him that, he makes a decision. With a few hesitant steps he arrives at the bed, still trying to find the words but they die on his tongue.

With maybe less reluctance than a priest should have and deep sigh, Tango takes a seat on the bed next to Joel even if he looks at him with slight confusion.

Only at the tip of his head, a small movement to expose his neck, does it apparently click what exactly Tango is offering and in an instant there are hands on his body, grabbing him, holding him in place.

He's never felt more like prey before, held with no direct way of escape despite being the one who has offered. There was no control of this situation.

Maybe it was naive but he'd expected at least an ounce of reluctance from the vampire, a question of whether Jimmy is alright with this. But nothing.

Just a hand on Tango's upper thigh, splayed across the skin, the other wrapped around him, on his shoulder, holding him close.

Joel could probably hear his heart pound in his chest and the way the blood rushes through his ears. Jimmy described it to him once, the sensation, the hunger and how it heightens every sense. While it was... Interesting, it also did make Tango feel like a walking bloodbag.

Now with Joel it made him feel like a piece of meat about to be devoured.

It doesn't take long till he feels the warm breath on his neck. A shudder runs down his back from the anticipation of the now familiar enough sensation of sharp teeth puncturing flesh but it doesn't come just yet.

When Jimmy drinks from him it's gentler and there's almost something affectionate about it. He holds his head with one hand, the other around his hip holding him close.

Despite how eager he seemed, Joel only lets his breath ghost over Tango's skin, and just when he opens his mouth to complain about what's taking so long, he feels it.

The bite is different from Jimmy's, different from everything he is used to so far in the few months of coming to the realization that vampires are real and that three of them have settled in his village temporarily.

He hears Joel groan against him and soon after that familiar lightheadedness sets in. Ever so carefully Tango tips his head up and focuses on a single odd spot on the ceiling. Passing out right now would be embarrassing at best, maybe even dangerous at worst.

Joel's teeth meanwhile feel like he's trying to tear out the vein in his neck, sinking in deep enough that Tango would be afraid to even move an inch, as to not actually injure himself.

Before the first drip of blood even leaves his body, there is saliva and a tongue eagerly licking up anything that spills.

Slowly, his hands dig into his knees, his knuckles light, and wonders how his life ended up this way. It was so ordinary beforehand. Now it's having his vampire boyfriend's friend, who is also a vampire, drink his blood in a run down hotel room.

Despite the dwindling amount of blood in his body, a faint flush spreads on Tango’s face at just how into it Joel seems. Even if it has little to do with Tango himself, he is already going through a lot with the sudden way of being wanted outside of his position, and this is a whole different definition of want.

The leaky faucet matches with how he imagines every drop of blood flows into Joel's mouth.

For a bit it's the only sound in the room until he hears a groaning right against his skin.

“You, uh, good there?” He asks, punctuated with a nervous chuckle.

Of course there was no answer, more so only a grunt against him. Anything else might waste a single drop and Joel doesn’t seem like the type to allow that.

Resigning himself to sit in the uncomfortable silence until the procedure is over, Tango goes back to staring holes into the ceiling but the peace doesn’t last long as the hand on his thigh starts grabbing him harder, enough to make him gasp out.

Then the hand wanders up, landing squarely on Tango’s crotch, grasp thankfully a bit gentler now but still enough to make him squeal and nearly flinch away.

“Joel-” The words get cut off when just the right amount of pressure is applied to his member, the movement broad. He tries again, “Joel-”

Tango can feel the sharp teeth detaching from his skin, a sensation he’ll probably never get used to, before Joel stares at him, sunglasses still on, “Just enjoy it, okay?” There is a moment where Joel’s hold on him relaxes just a little bit, enough so that Tango could pull away - but he doesn’t.

Just like that the pressure continues, and Tango takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and just letting the feeling wash over him. His traitorous body responds to the touch, especially when paired with a tongue quickly lapping at the blood that is running down his neck, probably already staining his shirt. Right when it borders on a gentle gesture, the feeling gets pulled out from underneath him and sharp teeth find a new spot to pierce.

Not getting much of a break for even a second, groaning while trying to catch his breath, Joel is already working on undoing the fly of Tango’s pants with the same clumsy urgency with which he feasts.

Too lightheaded to give into the shame that is flooding his system, Tango lets himself be moved, right into Joel’s lap, feeling the vampire move behind him, shrugging off his leather jacket and tossing it somewhere out of sight.

Tango feels his chest behind him and in the moment, sinks against it.

The tugging at his pants finally has an end when Joel’s hand finds his member and wraps around it not so gently and immediately starts a pace that, in a way, matches the crimes he’s committing against Tango’s blood circulation.

And it feels good.

So good that Tango barely notices when Joel has finished drinking, only feeling his head now lean against the other man, legs tensing up when Joel’s thumb brushes over his tip. Even the whimpering noise that escapes now him feels weak.

Residue from both marks on his neck trickles down and Tango’s only thought is that he hopes that none of it lands on the floral pattern sheets, not wanting to also pay that cleaning fee on top of everything else. A laugh starts bubbling in his chest at the absurdity of the thought and Joel thankfully doesn’t question it.

Just when Tango is about to warn that he’s close, Joel pulls away. Not even getting time to complain about the loss, the vampire shoves Tango onto the bed, then pulls on his legs so he lays flat. A moment later, Tango feels a hot breath on him and a hand comes down on his stomach, holding him down with more force than necessary for a man who just lost this amount of blood.

Joel is licking his lips, getting rid of any blood that still stains them, before taking Tango’s member in. This knocks all breath out of his lungs, the feeling warm and wet, the only thing he can feel right now. Unable to resist, his hips buck up a slight bit before he can steady himself.

It earns him a glance from Joel but not in anger or anything, instead his response is to take Tango deeper, slowly sinking down further and further.

While Jimmy is always so careful with his sharp teeth, Joel doesn’t seem to really care, soft flesh occasionally brushing against them, not enough to hurt but to make Tango hiss, to make his heart pound in his chest. More blood spills out, now definitely on the pillow beneath his head.

He can only groan Joel’s name, a hand reaching out, wanting to touch the soft hair, to brush the green streak out of his face, to just have something to hold on to but Tango can’t bring himself to do it.

Instead he steadies himself by digging both hands into the sheets until his knuckles go white. 

His full length is now enveloped and as if that wasn’t enough to nearly make Tango come undone, Joel’s tongue does the rest. Every bit of his length gets caressed as he pulls up, only to sink down again, lips wrapped around tightly.

“I can’t, I -” Tango stammers, unable to even give a full warning before his orgasm hits him full force. He trembles but the hand on his stomach, the other on his thigh, actually holds him steady through it.

Just like with his blood, Joel swallows every drop of Tango. The comparison makes his head spin, and all the remaining blood must rush to his face.

If he wasn’t already lying down, Tango would collapse, but for now his body just sacks, sinking into the sheets below with a newfound heaviness that he so rarely got to experience before.

Bone deep exhaustion starts to fester almost immediately but he fights it off enough to sit up, just getting to watch Joel release the now soft member from his mouth, a string of drool connecting them for a moment.

Neither of them speak for a moment, before Tango breaks the silence. “Thank you?” It’s only half a question.

“Don’t mention it.” He’s sure neither of them will ever talk about this again after today.

Still Tango feels the need to add something, not wanting to make it seem exactly like some sort of payment. This is more for his own conscience than for Joel. “You didn’t have to.” 

A shrug. “I know. You didn’t have to either.”

Tango knows he won’t get any more from Joel so he decides to just fall back down onto the sheets. His original plans of driving home evaporated the second Joel’s teeth sunk into his flesh, so he might as well get some sleep after being up practically all day and night.

The sleep comes fast and drags him in without even caring that his clothes aren’t comfortable enough, or that he hasn’t properly packed himself away yet. Those are all problems for tomorrow’s Tango.

Hours pass and Tango wakes up to something soft tickling against his face. It takes him a moment but his bleary eyes blink open to a mess of brown curls right in his face.

Then he notices the arms wrapped around his middle.

Tango freezes, suddenly very aware of his own body, his limbs that are intertwined with the other’s.

It’s ridiculous, considering what happened earlier but this feels a lot more intimate than any blowjob could.

Awkwardly he reaches for his phone. It’s already 8pm. He’s slept pretty much all day. At least the sun is setting soon and they can head back. Jimmy must also wake up again soon, if he isn’t already.

Leaning back into the sheets with a sigh, Tango gives himself a moment, then slowly, ever so carefully tries to get up without rustling the sleeping vampire clinging to him like he’s a life sized teddy bear.

But of course it is just Tango’s luck that Joel chooses this moment to wake up, red eyes blinking a few times before he also seems to realize the predicament they’re in.

Both of them freeze and it feels like hours pass before Tango is finally the one to break this unwilling standoff by untangling their bits.

With a large amount of embarrassment he realizes the state of his pants, turning away from Joel as much as he can to fix himself up.

“I, uh, I’ll go clean up. Take your time” Tango practically flees the scene.

When they leave the room, Tango is wrapped in Joel’s leather jacket in order to cover most of the bloodstain that is incredibly visible at the collar of his shirt, not wanting to freak out any people they might meet on the short walk to the car.

It actually feels… kind of nice on Tango. When was the last time he has worn something like this? Has he ever?

Before he overthinks it any further, they walk to the car and this time when Joel tries to naturally slip into the driver's seat, Tango lets him. Now there is no threat of the driver accidentally burning up and sending both of them right into the next ditch.

And besides, Tango still feels quite literally drained, the greedy gulps of water in the bathroom only helping the slightest bit to keep him upright.

The drive back is quiet, Joel turned on the radio, gave it a whole two songs before switching it off again and Tango doesn’t even try to defend himself.

AO3 LINK