#soft bite

“Your heart rate dropped and so I came to check on you,” Shawn says as he reaches out to pet your hair back. “That probably sounds weird huh?”

You chuckle. “If I didn’t know you were a vampire, then yes, it would.”

“I’ve been thinking...” Shawn starts but trails off, eyes wandering to the other side of the room. He looks troubled, like the words were escaping him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” He shakes his head and grabs your hand. “I’ve been thinking about the other day when you were over and you let me taste you.” You raise your eyebrows, knowing he had just had lunch before you came over. He couldn’t possibly be hungry could he? “I was wondering if you would be willing to donate blood that I could just have any time?”

“Oh,” you says softly as you squeeze his hand in yours. “I don’t think that’d be a good idea. What if you end up only wanting my blood? I can’t give you as much as you need every day.”

Shawn nods in understanding. He knew you were right. He knew the risk of having one person’s blood too many times a week. It would become a preference, an addiction, if he wasn’t careful. It was best that he just stuck to his pouches from the banks.

“If you’d like a taste every now and then I don’t mind,” you smile and his face lights up. “Do you have a prefered place to bite someone?”

“I’ve never bitten anyone before,” he says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve never had the need to. I’ve just always had my pouches, but I hear there are some really good spots.”

You sit up, putting your legs over the edge of the couch and he shifts so he’s kneeling between them and you put your hands into his messy hair. It looks like he’s been running his own hands through it quite a bit. “Tell me about these good spots,” you giggle and he lolls his head forward as you begin to scritch his scalp.

“Uhh...umm...” he struggles to focus and you push his head back so he’s looking up at you. You give him a pressing look. “I’ve heard the inner thigh is real good,” he says and drops his head out of your grasp and mouths at your thigh. Heat flows through you as he looks up at you through thick lashes and smiles, fangs caught around your thin cotton sweatpants.

“Easy there,” you chuckle and he kisses his way up and over your thigh to your waistband.

He straightens up and wedges himself completely between your legs, making you spread them open for him. He leans forward and kisses your neck, fangs pressing gently against the tender skin between your throat and collarbone. “The neck is obviously a classic,” he says against your skin and you grip his hair in case you have to pull him away. “Are you scared?” he asks as he peppers your neck with little kisses.

“I trust you. You know that.”

“But are you scared?”

“A little.”

Shawn pulls back and cups your face, thumbs smoothing over your cheeks sweetly. “I’d never bite you without your consent. I wouldn’t even prick your skin for a taste unless you approved.” You nod and he pulls your face forward for a kiss. His fangs have retracted and he bites your lip playfully with his normal teeth before soothing it with his tongue. “I promise I’ll never hurt you.”

Two weeks later you find yourself at the mall with Shawn who hadn’t eaten lunch before you left. You had grabbed a burger from the food court and ate it and some fries while Shawn browsed a shop nearby, saying that he was still looking for the perfect gift for you for Christmas. You didn’t mind eating alone, it wasn’t anything that bothered you and you knew Shawn got bored sitting there watching.

So when Shawn started getting a little owly and rolling his eyes at everything you pick up as a suggestion for his mother’s christmas present, you confront him about it. “Shawn. What’s wrong with you?” you sigh as you hang a sweater up a little more forcefully than absolutely necessary.

“Nothin’? I’m fine.”

“You’ve dissed everything I’ve suggested for the last hour over the course of three shops. What is going on?” Shawn doesn’t reply and just sort of fidgets with a shirt on a nearby rack he isn’t even interested in. He picks it up and looks at it and you know he’s just doing it to hopefully change the subject. “Shawn...you’re out of sorts. Please...” you lay your hand on his arm and he looks at you. He almost looks like he’s going to be sick.

“I’m hungry. I didn’t eat lunch before we left. This mall doesn’t have a place for vampires and I know it.”

“Ohh,” you look around and step closer, lowering your voice as to not attract any attention. “I mean, how long has it been since you fed?”

“Maybe five this morning?”

“Shawn!” you whisper in a chastising tone.  

Shawn looks down and closes his eyes. He knows he shouldn’t have gone so long and that he should have eaten long before you left the house. “I know, I was just distracted by you and gift shopping...I sort of forgot.”

You grab Shawn’s hand and lead him toward the dressing room. You grab a couple of shirts off a rack on the way and ask the clerk for the little item number to hang on the door. She hands you a little plastic card with a 5 on it and you drag Shawn into the dressing room and close the door.

“What are you doing?” he asks as you hang the shirts up on the back of the door and start peeling your top off. “You didn’t even look at those shirts. What are you-”

“You’re going to eat,” you say as you drop your shirt on the little bench along the wall. You put your hands on your hips and stand there in front of him in only your bra. “C’mon, bite me.”

Shawn takes a hesitant step forward. “But I’ve never bitten anyone. What if I do it wrong?”

“You just have to bite and suck, it’s not rocket science.”

He runs his hands up your sides and you shiver at his touch. “Where do you want it?” he asks and you shake your head, not wanting to be picky. “Do you want it where everyone can see it, or where only I’ll see it.”

“Where only you can see it.”

Shawn ducks his head and kisses down your neck.and across your shoulder. “You’re sure?” he asks again. You nod and he places kisses down your chest and across your breasts before he drops down on his knees in front of you. He holds your hips and looks up at you, mouth open slightly and showing off his fangs.

“If it hurts, tell me.”

“Of course.”

He leans forward and licks over you hip. He kisses up and down your side, pulling you close as he nuzzles your skin softly. He takes his time, licking and sucking at the fleshy bit of skin just above your hip bone. It tickles and you run your hand through his hair as you let out a little giggle that gets a look from him. You just smile and he goes back to what he was doing.

The moment his fangs press against your skin and you feel them puncture you let out a little yelp. It hurts like someone giving your four little needle pricks at once. Shawn freezes and you scritch his scalp, signalling that you were fine. The pain subsides and Shawn laps at your skin eagerly as the blood drips from the small holes in your side. You look down but you can’t actually see any blood, just Shawn’s mouth pressed against you. His tongue is warm as it works over your sensitive skin and you close your eyes, focusing on his hands running up and down the backs of your legs.

It’s ten or so minutes before Shawn pulls away and helps you to take a seat on the bench seat. He squats down in front of you and brushes your hair out of your face. “You alright?” he asks and you nod. You felt like you could use a nap but you didn’t feel bad otherwise.

“Are you good?”

Shawn nods, licking his lower lip. “I’m good, but you don’t seem so great. I think you were dehydrated before I started. That’s not good.” He helps you get your shirt on and lifts you up. You yawn big and lean against him, insisting you’re fine. “We’re going home.”

You grumble and he gives you a look as the two of you walk past the fitting room clerk with polite smiles, dropping the shirts off in the return cart. “But I have to buy your mom a present,” you protest but he isn’t having it.

“Home. Now.”

“I’m sorry, I should have drank more water.”

You came to a conclusion. He only wanted to go out in the evening or at night. He didn’t eat around you, but never seemed too hungry. He didn’t sleep at night it seemed. He was a vampire. The thought worried you a bit at first. You had heard about them, how they were beginning to come out of the shadows and live among people these days. Supposedly there were whole towns of them cropping up across the world. A lot of people were afraid of them, but that was what monster movies did to the minds of people. They planted these thoughts of evil and painted vampires as scary monstrous blood sucking demons.

Truth be told, most vampires could simply live off of four to five liters of blood a day. About the equivalent of one human being. That being said, obviously vampires weren’t out to murder a person a day. There were blood banks set up in cities across the globe where people could go donate for a small profit, the blood would be bagged and sold to vampires and a portion of funds collected would go into charities that supported hospitals and research. Overall it was a win win situation and in times of critical need, the vampire blood banks could send blood to hospitals and tragedy victims.

All of that in mind, you decide to approach Shawn about it. You’re sitting in his apartment and he is gathering up blankets and pillows for a movie night on his new couch. It’s a nice white L shaped couch with a removable ottoman that made it like a huge bed when pushed into it. “Shawn, can I ask you about something?” you say as he drops a pile of blankets on the ottoman,

“Sure. What’s on your mind?” He asks as he crawls on the couch next to you and starts pulling the blankets up over your legs.

“Are you a vampire?”

Shawn freezes and stares at the fuzzy pink blanket in his hands. It’s your favorite one. You can’t believe he had it because it was so ‘girly’. He claimed it was his sisters but you knew he bought it because it matched the white and pink coaster set on the coffee table as well as the reversible pale pink and cream colored couch pillows that he always kept cream color side out. He was a softie. “Why do you ask?” he asks after a whole minute of silence.

“Just tell me. It’s okay if you are. It doesn’t change anything.” You put your hand on his arm and he looks over at you. He looks scared. Maybe even nervous. “I promise it’s okay.”

“I am. I just didn’t want to upset you. The last girl I dated put a fork in my hand when I told her.”

“Good lord that would make me nervous to tell anyone too.” You card your hand through his hair and he leans his head back on the cushions. He closes his eyes and smiles. “Do you eat enough? Like, blood I mean?”

“I have just what I need everyday.” He reaches for you and twirls a piece of your hair between his fingers. “I wouldn’t mind a snack though. I’ve wanted you since we met, but I didn’t want to hurt you.”

You bite your lip. “If I let you, um, taste me...would you be able to stop?” The thought of him losing control made you nervous. You push the thought away, knowing he would never hurt you. If he could control himself for six months while you were together, then he would be able to control himself if he tasted your blood.

“Of course I could stop. I’m not an animal,” he smiles, voice humours. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to though. I’ll be fine if I never taste you. It won’t change how I feel about you.”

“I want to.” You trace his lower lip with your finger and his mouth parts slightly, revealing his fangs. His eyes are glassed over and he looks so gone for you in this moment. “Should I just touch your fang?” you ask and he nods. He stays still, hands in his lap as you press your pointer finger down onto his lower right fangtooth. It’s very sharp but still takes a little pressure to break your skin. It hurts like a needle poke.

You pull your finger back to look at it and see if it was bleeding and Shawn leans forward, chasing your finger with his mouth. His lip close around it and you feel his tongue, warm and wet slide over the broken skin. His eyes are closed tight and he looks like he’s concentrating as he licks and sucks your finger like it’s the best thing he’s ever had. He looks so soft and cute in a desperately needy way.

“Shawn, you still with me bud?” you say playfully as you pull your finger out of his mouth with a little pop.

He pokes his tongue out to swipe up any taste he might have missed on his lips and he opens his eyes, coming back to reality. “Hmm? What’s that?” he mumbles.

You giggle. “I said are you still with me? You seemed a little out of it.”

Shawn nods and grabs your hand, bringing your finger back to his mouth and licking up a drop that was sliding down your finger. “I got a little lost for a minute. No worries though.” He puts your finger in his mouth and smiles at you around it. “I hope you don’t mind.”

You shake your head and smile at him. He looks so cute and a little hot in the way he was sucking on your finger. He was definitely making eyes at you. “I don’t. But don’t you get any ideas now.”

“Like what?” he smirks, holding your hand and squeezing your finger a little for another drop.

“Like biting when we have sex,” you chuckle and he licks your finger quickly. “I mean it, no biting.”

“C’mon. A little pain makes the pleasure better.”

“No, Shawn. This,” you wag your finger back and forth in his grip, “is all you get.”

Shawn wipes his mouth and leans forward to kiss you. His hand comes up to your hair and he licks into your mouth. The taste isn’t bad, mostly just very Shawn like but there is a little metallic twinge you can’t help but notice. He smiles, teeth nibbling your lip and you make a little “ah ah ah” noise in the back of your throat. “Just a little? Little itty bit?” he begs and you shake your head, leaning away from his kiss.

“Nope. Don’t get greedy.”