#vampire!gavin

"You realize that I'm actually doing my job? Like, I'm not 'fucking around' when they're out in droves and make for easy pickings. I'm gonna make bank tonight." Hank dropped the sub wrapper in the trash. "I've been out during a blood moon before, this isn't my first time." He grabbed a glass out of the dish rack.

"Hank I'm not making shit up. A lot of people are going to get… hurt tonight. I don’t want you to be one of them." He stood as Hank poured himself some whiskey.

"Yeah, I know people are gonna get killed, and that's why I have to go!" Hank boomed with finality. He took a long draught and swallowed hard. "And in case you forgot, you're one of them." He said in a low tone. Gavin flinched.

"I don't have a fucking choice, Hank." HIs fist landed on the back of the chair. "You do. I'm literally going to be out of my fucking mind in a few hours, and you're choosing to put yourself at risk. How the hell can I convince you to get this?!"

"I'll stay home… if you do." Hank shrugged, taking another drink.

"No." Gavin didn't want to bother explaining why again.

"I trust you."

"Well, I fucking don't." Gavin let out a slow breath. "It's hard enough trying to control myself around you as it is. I've told you before, you're different. I can smell your blood from across the room without my senses being heightened. When I'm hungry, you've had to physically restrain me from attacking you. I wouldn't trust myself in the same borough as you during a blood moon." It was embarrassing to say aloud what Hank already knew. "I need to go, and you need to stay here and lock the fucking doors so I have somewhere to come back to tomorrow." He promised quietly, fixing Hank with an honest gaze.

"Fine." Hank conceded, polishing off the drink and pouring himself another. "I'll stay, but I expect you back tonight."

"Hank you've seen me after--"

"I have, which is why I don't want you passing out in some alley and leaving yourself knocked out for another hunter to find. Call me, call one of your blue friends, call an uber, but get your ass back here by 2. Got it? If you're not back, I'm going to find you."

"That doesn't sound at all like a stalker."

"I'm serious, Gav."

"Okay. If that's what it takes, fine."

Wishing

Gavin left an hour or so after making Hank give his word that he wouldn't leave and wouldn't open the door unless he was sure it was Gavin himself. Hank drank the evening way on the couch, pacing himself and flipping channels as the clock ticked on. News channels commented urgently on the safety of humans in public, urging people to stay away from nightclubs and not meet any strangers, and Hank rolled his eyes, knowing nobody would heed the warnings. By tomorrow, the city would look like a war had come through, all because stupid twenty-somethings thought they were invulnerable, or because of some sick freaks that romanticized being turned.

People didn't get turned during blood moons, or wolf moons for that matter. The monsters couldn't control themselves long enough to do any damage control. Hank wondered how much Gavin would remember, and tried not to think of how many Gavin would kill in the haze of bloodlust.

He watched the clock. At midnight, he peeked out the back window to see the crimson shade that covered the moon's visible surface. It did look like a blood stain, not dissimilar to the smears he'd inevitably see on Gavin's face.

Left alone to his thoughts, Hank wondered what the hell he was doing. It wasn't a new line of thought, but was unwelcome anyway. He convinced himself that Gavin wasn't a monster, that Gavin was different from the victims of Hank's hunting. Because Gavin was so normal; he was impatient, and passionate, and liked cats and the smell of coffee and Hank. Hank told himself that was all that mattered, and that Gavin didn't have a choice in the type of sustenance he needed. It was 12:26am.

Hank dozed on the couch, and was awoken by the sound of Gavin giggling outside as another voice talked to him in low tones. Hank swung the door open as Gavin made to answer whatever was said, but apparently changed his thought at the sight of Hank "On time." he slurred with an open mouthed smile. Hank took in the sight of his lover, slack jawed.

Gavin had blood smeared over the lower half of his face and neck, mostly dried, covering down past the neck of his shirt, which had been torn partway down his chest. It looked like some had matted the edges of Gavin's hairline, and on the side of his neck was a blotchy but recognizable handprint. He had more blood covering his arms up to his elbows, and when he reached for Hank, Hank could see it caked under his nails too. If he hadn't seen it so many times before, he might have actually retched at the sight, but he suffered only a mild flutter in his stomach before the feeling passed.

Gavin looked giddy and satiated, leaning heavily on a man that Hank hadn't seen before. A quick appraising glance had Hank's eyes flick past the LED on his temple, to the black turtleneck he wore, to a placid expression.

"Fuck you're so hot, Hank." Gavin mused, his arm around the stranger's shoulders for stability. His amber-glowing eyes grazed over Hank's semi-stunned form hungrily as he bit on his lower lip, exposing blood-soaked fangs. The stranger looked away briefly.

"Gavin, you're embarrassing yourself." His tone was even, but Hank thought he may have heard a hint of annoyance.

"Oh, right." Gavin frowned, "This is Nines, he thinks humans? Like both the mortal kind and the half-dead kind are shitty." He tried to explain, waving his hand lazily as he rambled.

"That's untrue, Gavin. Though, I do find your lack of self control to be unappealing." Nines shifted, using his strength to make Gavin stand up straighter. Hank reached out an arm to help support the inebriated vampire, and Gavin practically fell against Hank's chest. "Especially your lack of judgment in sexual partners." He seemed disgusted as his LED flashed yellow and he watched Hank take charge of Gavin. Hank narrowed his eyes.

"Ouch." He groused, keeping his eyes on Gavin.

"Mr. Anderson, would you sleep with a steak before you ate it?" Nines narrowed his eyes, speaking icily.

"Thanks." Gavin threw a glare as he attempted to right himself and stand on his own. He succeeded, though he swayed on his feet and hand to hold Hank's sleeve for stability.

"I would say you are welcome, but I helped as more of an obligation to the clan than any personal interest. I'll take my leave." Nines sighed, and turned without receiving any further goodbyes.

Inside, Gavin attempted to walk himself but stumbled again and broke out into another course of laughter as he fell on his ass and Hank closed the door and put up the chain. Gavin sat, splayed on the floor as Sumo lumbered over to inspect his odd behavior. "NO, Sumo!" Hank grabbed for the beast's collar and shooed him away before he could get to Gavin. He turned back to Gavin, who had quieted, and looked down on him patiently, "Jesus, you certainly fucking had a time, didn’t' you?" Now that he could see Gavin in the light, he saw more blood spots on his jeans, as well as more tears and some mud caked on the knees. His shoes were so covered in mud it made Hank frown to know that they were even in the house. Gavin's eyes fluttered from closed to half open a few times, a sloppy grin never fading from his cheeks.

"You smell good." Was what Gavin managed to reply, tinted with grogginess now that he was still and quiet.

"Well, I can't say the fucking same for you." Hank frowned, leaning down to haul Gavin back up to stand. It was awkward and Gavin really wasn't making any effort to help. "And if you don’t shower, you're gonna smell like a corpse by morning. Let's go." Hank demanded, steering Gavin by the shoulders.

"Lemme feed off you." Gavin begged for the first time since he'd returned to Hank several months prior. He stopped and turned in Hank's arms, holding on to him and stepping close. He held Hank's arm with one hand and used the other to tilt Hank's chin up, leaning into the crook of his neck and inhaling. The breath came out as a small moan and the sound was almost enough to make Hank concede.

"You've had enough." Hank made himself say, pushing Gavin away by the waist and making the last few steps to the bathroom. With the way their feet got tangled, Hank had the thought that it would have been faster to just carry the vampire, but their destination was reached no less.

Hank dropped Gavin on top of the closed toilet, kneeling to take off the filthy shoes and tossing them aside. Gavin's lax muscles made it easy work, and Hank had him stripped to his boxers easily. When he stood to divest Gavin of his shirt, Gavin lurched forward to plant bloody Hands on the waistband of his pants, fumbling with the button. "Oh, no you don't." Hank deflected his efforts, pushing his hands away. The look Gavin sends upward is one that Hank thinks might have been a pout that was overtaken with a laugh.

"But Hank," he chuckled again, presumably at what he was about to say, "I just," another laugh, "I vant to suck joor dick!" He laughed with an excessively poor Dracula impression.

"Christ." Hank sighed, though he did crack a small grin. He grabbed the hem of Gavin's shirt and pulled it away, revealing handfuls on tiny scratches and more dried blood that the shirt had camouflaged with the dark fabric. "There is no way your mouth is going anywhere my dick right now." Hank explained, stepping away to turn on the warm water. "In you go."

He helped Gavin to stand on wobbly feet, and after Gavin attempted to take off his boxers in what would have been a seductive way if he hadn't tripped himself,  he drew the curtain and left Gavin to wash himself of god knows how many people's DNA. Twenty minutes later, the water shut off and Hank couldn't help but chuckle at the sound of Gavin cursing as he maneuvered out of the bathroom, towel around his waist and smelling like shampoo.

"You okay?" Hank said, raising an eyebrow at Gavin's dazed expression as he crossed the bedroom to where Hank was waiting in his boxers and a tee shirt, having washed his hands and face in the kitchen sink. Gavin hummed his assent, and in the dim light of the bedside table lamp his eyes were still burning amber as he nodded and dropped his towel in a heap on the floor. He was on Hank in an instant, unnatural speed propelling him into Hank's lap, straddling him with a devilish smile. He planted a sloppy kiss on Hank, and when he tasted like toothpaste rather than his evening's meal, Hank kissed back, his fingers threading in the back on Gavin's damp hair.

Gavin moaned, pleased, into the kiss, but Hank pulled away sharply when a sharp fang grazed over his bottom lip less than gently. "'M sorry." Gavin breathed as Hank tongued at his own lip. Gavin hadn't bitten hard enough to draw blood, but Hank knew it was narrow fence Gavin was tottering on. "I'll be more careful." He promised, not for the first time, leaning away to sit up straight.

Hank's hands spread on Gavin's waist, appraising him. There were some fairly deep scratches among the more superficial abrasions, and Gavin reveled in the attention, even as his eyelids drooped slowly in exhaustion. Hank tapped at Gavin's hip gently to get him to move off of Hank, falling into the mattress almost involuntarily. "Sorry." Gavin groaned, fostering an affectionate smile from Hank.

"How many times have you dealt with me passing out after drinking too much?" He assured Gavin quietly. Gavin flashed a small smile and a breath of a laugh as Hank pulled the comforter up over them both.

This was the Gavin that Hank couldn't peg for a monster, in that moment he was just a man who drank too much and passed out. Someone who had problems beyond their control and friends that didn't really like him sometimes.

Someone that had an undetermined lifespan and survived by killing innocent people.

Gavin stretched slightly before relaxing and pushing himself against Hank's chest, tucked down beneath the blanket and hiding in the body heat Hank provided. Hank laid awake for some time, wishing that they could stay quiet and hidden away from the reality of what they were and he firing line that was their relationship. He wondered if he should have just shot Gavin that night he caught him in the woods, before he got thrown headlong into the care and feeding of your vampire; before he put Gavin at risk of betraying his people for his sake. He wondered what made any of this worth it to Gavin, if the secrecy and bargaining for Hank's safety were worth Gavin's effort. But mostly,